[Mica]

Gregory managed to find his way without too much effort which was a bit sad considering he was supposed to be living here. Before hand, Mrs. Luyens had informed him that there was neither butler, nor a valet available to him. Which was fine, he lived in the modern world and generally people were capable of taking care of themselves despite their wealth. After the first look he got of his room he didn’t take another look, the detailed design of the furniture didn’t interest him much, all he needed was a chair, a table and a bed to sleep on.

He didn’t unpack completely, mostly took out a few days worth of clothes and left them on the bed. Mrs. Luyens had told him much to her regret that they did not have a Butler or a valet, but the thought hadn’t occurred to him. The only thing he was hopeless was the art of ‘cooking’, a thought he would prefer to keep at the back of his mind. The new atmosphere of the little town was a little less than he expected and he hadn’t expected much, although it was not something he wanted to dwell on.

The rest of his time was spent unpacking his books and laptop, though he wondered if he would ever manage to charge it or get some sort of internet connection. He didn’t bother with cleaning himself up, only washing his face and brushing his wet fingers against his hair, there was still the whole day to burn even if it seemed late in the afternoon. He changed to a simple white button shirt with the collar stretching out and black pants, smoothed up his hair and sorting out the rest of his mini library.

The thought brought him to wonder about a library, wondering if there was one here.

Knock, knock.

Gregory snapped from his thoughts and stood to open the door, unlocking it as he went. No one was there. He raised a brow, closed it and went back to unpacking. He didn’t linger with the thought, even if it was odd. It might have been coming from somewhere else.

Knock, knock.

He made a face this time, neatly dropping the pair of books on the ornate desk while he made his way to the door once again. Turning the knob quickly this time, the results were the same. It was not exactly creepy, more so annoying than anything else.

Knock, knock.

He sighed and hoped this wasn't a childish prank.

[Lore]

Knock.

Gregory was waiting for the familiar sound. He immediately swung open the door to a surprised Julia whose hand was still in a fist and raised to knock again on the door. She slowly lowered her arm to fold her hands in front of her, and then bowed her head slightly in a customary greeting. "Good evening, Master Gregory," she smiled warmly. "Is everything to your liking?"

Meanwhile, the knocking on Travis' door was growing more violent very rapidly. It started with just normal rapping, but now it seemed like someone was beating the wood in a futile attempt to gain entry. The doorknob twisted and turned as the door shook uncontrollably. The hinges that kept it attached to the frame shot off through the room, but after that things fell silent. There was peace and quiet, but only for a moment. Abruptly, a scream from the other side of the door rang out. The mirror in the bathroom shattered under the ear-piercing sound, and the room vibrated as if gutted by the noise.

The door took on the consistency of puddy just then, and expanded towards Travis in the shape of a human hand. Five fingers made of wood stretched out and approached him quickly, a face soon surfacing on the wood to make the situation that much more horrifying. The face formed a mouth that produced disgusting sound by scraping pieces of wood together, but Travis could just barely make out two words:

"Get out."

Just as the hand reached him and threatened to close around him, everything returned to normal. In the blink of an eye, it was as if nothing had happened. The door was intact with its hinges secured, the bathroom mirror wasn't in a hundred small pieces littering the floor, and no one ever came to investigate the scream.

[Vox]

Travis had started immediately for the door when the knock was first heard, but tripped over an inconveniently placed side table and banged his head. Dizzy, he got up to answer it as the other person seemed to be desperate to get in.

The door's not even locked! Someone's out of their mind.

The creepy happenings shocked him. He stood motionless for a moment, then burst out laughing. This was all too absurd to be real. He must have had a bigger bump on his head than he thought, or maybe Gregory had some kickass special effects going on as a joke.

There was a suit hanging in the closet, which he assumed had been provided for his use. He changed and went to look for Gregory. He wanted to ask him about the weird face and how he had done that.