Alone Artist: Part 2

I had visited this estate previously. It was a visit which luckily bore witness to the stipulations of my commission. Messages crudely painted onto several relevant surfaces throughout the massive manor served as a guide in lieu of the host. Inscribed on the front door over the weathered gargoyle knocker was a terse message: "Knock thrice, Name and place". Just as I had seen my master do two years ago I followed the prompt. I knocked three times, paused and stated my name, "Hello. This is Sean Penn."  I could feel a presence looming behind the door as I continued, "I am from The Lone Atelier for your commission today, Mrs. Dawnseer." As fast as I had finished my introduction, the lock on the door clicked open and the presence dissipated. I reached for the tarnished doorknob and, with a deep sigh and shaky grip, turned and pushed. The weathered wooden door resisted before boisterously creaking open, its loud rasps echoing as it revealed an ominous portal into the quaint house.