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'Knock, Knock'

 


INSECTOID! Four Eyes Studios presents...

10th November 2025

‘Knock , Knock’


‘Who’s there?’ Renee asked loudly as she walked towards her front door.

‘I AM Jesus Christ!’ the voice confidently boomed.

Renee peered through her front door’s fisheye safety lens.

 ‘That’s weird’, she thought.

A figure stood back from the exterior of the front door, about two metres away.

The Stranger did look like Jesus of Nazareth; at least how Western depictions express Christ’s look in painting and film. 

It might be Him!

The Stranger was clothed in a shining white middle eastern garment, with a golden sash spilling diagonally down from his left shoulder. 

On his feet he wore sandals and his countenance was with the expected brown, flowing hippie hair and short, full beard. 

Golden, heavenly light radiated from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

Renee almost opened the door to welcome her Lord but re-considered when she saw his red glowing eyes like hot coals, empty Jack Daniels bottle in hand and lack of crucifixion scars in both his hands and feet. 

Renee spat out as she walked back to bed, ‘Go home Satan! You’re drunk!’


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