They were alone in the cabin — no cell service, no neighbors for miles. So when three slow knocks echoed from behind the back wall… they froze.A figure stood just outside the window. Tall. Barefoot. Head tilted. And in its hand — held high — three fingers raised.They never told anyone what happened next. But they never stayed in that cabin again.

They were alone in the cabin — no cell service, no neighbors for miles. So when three slow knocks echoed from behind the back wall… they froze. A figure stood just outside the window. Tall. Barefoot. Head tilted. And in its hand — held high — three fingers raised. They never told anyone what happened next. But they never stayed in that cabin again.

The 3 Knocks

Welcome to Dark Hours FM — where forgotten voices echo, shadows speak, and each tale dares you to listen deeper.

From haunted highways to whispering woods, we bring you horror, myth, and mystery under the cover of night.

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Welcome to Dark Hours FM — where forgotten voices echo, shadows speak, and each tale dares you to listen deeper. From haunted highways to whispering woods, we bring you horror, myth, and mystery under the cover of night. New stories weekly. No sleep required. 🎧 Subscribe now… if you dare to hear what the dark won’t hide.

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The 3 Knocks

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