Krampus: The Last Knock

Here’s a piece of flash fiction about Krampus. Can you tell the difference between which section A.I. wrote and which section I wrote? Let me know your thoughts in a comment after reading the post.

The Last Knock

The snow had stopped hours ago, but the village still held its breath beneath a sky the color of old iron. Marta latched her shutters, whispering a prayer her grandmother had taught her—half blessing, half warning—and banked the fire until only embers glowed like watchful eyes.

It was nearly midnight when the first knock came.

Not a gentle r…