[ WP ] Rewrite your favorite knock-knock joke as a serious story .

*knock knock* 
 
 `` Who's there?'' called out a shrill, shrieking voice from the other room. The door was barred; the sofa dragged across it. 
 
 Molly breathed quiet, shallow breaths. That... *thing* which had come into her house was right there. Only a thin wooden door between them. It would n't be long until it br -- 
 
 `` Boo!'' 
 
 It was scratching at the door now. Or, rather, digging at it. She could hear splinters of wood falling to the floor on the other side. 
 
 `` Boo hoo!'' 
 
 Every sound seemed amplified in this terrible moment. It was banging on the door now. She saw a knife slide between the door and the door frame, still stained red with Bobby's blood. 
 
 *Bang* 
 
 As the door finally gave way, fear completely left Molly. It was as though whatever part of herself responsible for fear had atrophied. Just an empty feeling remained. She stood there, looking into the eyes of her killer as he advanced step by step...
