[completed] | The Visit [v1.0]

A rhythmic tapping began on the windowpane behind him. Tap. Tap. Tap-tap.

: Elias commits to the vigil to claim his inheritance.

"You are the only one who matters," Margaret replied cryptically. The Visit [v1.0] [Completed]

The heavy iron gate of the Blackwood estate groaned as Elias pushed it open. It had been twenty years since he last stood on this gravel driveway. The air here felt thicker, smelling of damp earth and salt spray from the nearby cliffs. He was here for the reading of his grandfather’s will, a man he had only known through stern letters and cold checks sent on birthdays.

She led him to the study. A single leather chair sat facing a massive mahogany desk. On the desk lay a simple wooden box and a letter. Elias sat, his hands trembling slightly. He opened the envelope and recognized his grandfather's jagged, aggressive handwriting. A rhythmic tapping began on the windowpane behind him

: The use of a "double" or "doppelgänger" to create a sense of dread. Story Structure

A heavy thud echoed from the floor above. Then another. It sounded like something heavy being dragged across the floorboards. Elias looked at Margaret, but she was gone. The study door clicked shut. Tap-tap

Elias looked at the clock. It was only 8:00 PM. The sun wouldn't rise for ten hours. The tapping moved from the window to the door. Then, a voice—soft, wet, and sounding horribly like his own—whispered through the wood.