Babadook -

He doesn't knock anymore. He doesn't have to.

It started with a pop-up book.

The book is gone. But I hear him in the walls. Babadook

That night, the closet door didn't close all the way. Around 3:17 AM, I heard knuckles dragging down the hallway wall. Not knocking. Dragging. Long, slow, like something with too many fingers was learning the shape of our home. He doesn't knock anymore

The Babadook doesn't run. He doesn't scream. Babadook