Book Knock Knock Novels & Stories

Harry knocked at the door but no one opened. A neighbour heard the persistent knock and came to check. “You just missed her, she has just gone to work and she will be back in the evening,” the neighbour said. “Don't keep on knocking like a mad person she is not in. You should learn that if you knock once and there is no answer that means that there is no one in the house. You look educated but you can't tell that,”he continued. His would made Harry boil with rage

That knocking sound somehow made Gerald feel uneasy. “Anyone behind the door, please knock three times instead of two!” ordered Gerald coldly. His obsessive compulsive disorder wouldn’t allow that trivial stuff to be overlooked. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! “Who’s there?” asked Gerald as he approached the door. “Nobel,” answered the person behind the door. That voice was clearly Cedric. It seemed like he was in the mood for some knock-knock jokes. Curious, Gerald went along with that while opening the door, “Nobel who?”

*knock* *knock* *knock* Hardly had any of them laid down for even twenty seconds, when the rhythmic knocking of their door interrupted their plans for an afternoon nap. Almost immediately, three pairs of eyes found their way to Abe. The young prince felt goosebumps grow on his skin when he felt their gazes on him. He could have sworn that there was killing intent mixed within those slightly menacing gazes. There was one simple reason why they all blamed Abe for the interruption. His sister enrolled this year. Since her enrollment, she had been a frequent visitor of theirs. It was highly likely that she was their unexpected guest.

This, my kids, should teach you about skipping game tutorials haha] --- Bullet Comments with spoiler will be screened out for the hero --- Knock, knock, knock. Three painfully slow knocks broke the absolute silence in the rabbit hole, and instantly Meph noticed the temperature around him pluming as if whoever knocked brought a silent snowstorm with them. His eyes landed on the door. The heavy, iron door that just trembled at the three seemingly polite and harmless knocks. “Alice, are you in there?” A low, creepy voice asked as if someone was suppressing a malicious laugh from escaping.

And they moved with the kind of precision that suggested they expected no one to cross them. A sudden knock at the door broke the quiet of Lena’s apartment. It was not a polite rap, but a series of sharp, deliberate blows. Lena froze, her hand hovering over her notebook. It was too late for Adam, and too early for any of the late-night drunks she occasionally had to shoo away from her building. She crept into the peephole and looked out.

Given the dangerous reality of the neighborhood she lived in, an unexpected knock felt like a direct threat. The heavy knock came again. Three sharp, deliberate strikes against the cheap wood.

The knock came at ten forty-five on a Wednesday night. I was still up the legal letter situation had given me a new category of insomnia to manage, the kind where your brain runs calculations in the background even when you're trying to read or watch something or do literally anything else. I had been sitting at the cabin table with a book I'd borrowed from Marge's shelf, reading the same paragraph six times without retaining a single word, when the knock came. Small. Precise. Three raps.

Ruby’s Pov The knock came like a small, impossible sound at the back of my skull. I registered three hollow raps that somehow filled the whole house. It was late, that kind of late that constituted a loud silence and you heard everything and anything that occurred around you. I hesitated and took a long breath before the knock came again, firmer, like whoever was outside had all the nerve required to pull an entire neighborhood from sleep.

“KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.” A voice followed this time, slicing through the silence like a blade. “Noah?” Another knock, harder. “Noah, I know you’re in there. Open the door. Now.” The voice rose into a furious shout. Alexa.

The grandfather clock in Eleanor's front hall was chiming seven when the knock came—three deliberate raps that seemed to resonate through the house with more authority than wood on wood should possess. Iris looked up from Eleanor's journal, where she'd been struggling to decipher symbols that shifted meaning each time she thought she understood them.