Cheesy Knock Knock Novels & Stories

This was becoming unhealthy. Knock …knock… Too reluctant to get out of bed, I glance at the door then back at the ceiling. “Fuck the hell off” I say loudly. There was no need for me to be rude but I couldn’t care less. Knock knock “Are you deaf? I said Go the fuck away.” I was getting irritated Knock…. knock…. Now I was pissed. Was this person deaf ? I was sexually frustrated, financially in ruin and this asshole was knocking at my door at 8pm.

Just sat there, pupils huge. “What did you see?” I asked. He shook his head. “Not mine.” It was 3:21 when the knocking started again. Same pattern. Three short. One long. But this time it came from the floor. We froze. All of us. The knocks moved under us, slow. From the hallway to the kitchen. Then to the living room. Right beneath where Irene sat. He climbed onto the couch without a word. The sound stopped. The smell changed then. No more ivory.

Which stands the 5 letter word of Pheia's name and the one heavy knock signifies the backward number. They heard movements inside the house and the door was knocked from inside 4 slow knocks inside and 2 heavy knocks. 4 knocks for the four-letter word of mother here which is Jona and the 2 heavy knocks are the backward number. She answered 3 slow knocks and 3 heavy knocks and that is when the door was opened. 3 slow knocks signify 'It is me' and the three heavy knocks for the backward number. Prince Steel on the side was somewhat amazed at their coding but just keep quiet.

*Knock knock* "Young Lady, a man is here to see you" As she heard the grandmother's voice, she flinch and quickly rush up to the door, watch at the hole to see who it was, Her eyes darkened only to see Paul, his complexion is very bad, eyes are puffy, and it is obvious he didn't got any sleep at all, she even doubted whether he had eaten or not she quickly opened the door and quickly touch his face worriedly, "Why aren't you taking care of your face?"she asked him, he was touched that she is worried, but after realising her actions, she pulled away and distanced herself from him

*Knock Knock Knock* This time my head shoots off the pillow and I startle Remi awake with me. “What’s wrong? Are you ok?” he asks as he looks around in defensive mode. *Knock knock* He glances at me confused. “Who is here at…. 630am?” he asks as he checks his phone. “I have no idea.” I answer,, genuinely confused as well. “Want me to answer?” he asks and I debate it. “I’ll do it.” I decide in case its my sister or something. I slip out of bed, finding some leggings and grabbing Remi’s button up he was wearing yesterday slipping both on me.

Nothing more, no emphasis no explanation, no codes, no hints, no idea I walk back into the room shutting the door behind me and making sure to lock it, we are coming? What on Earth does it mean? Who is coming and why are they coming? This can't be a joke by a pack member and the knicks were of irregular pattern. Now I think carefully about the knock; it seemed to have been a repetition of a pattern. " Tap,tap, tap two tap tap Tap,tap, tap two tap tap Tap,tap, tap two tap tap

Knock Knock The sound of knocking on the door was really loud, like tapping using internal power. Knock Knock Again, even though the first beat had not yet ten seconds passed. “Excuse me ---“ Tuti, who was just about to say, was cut off. The door she knocked on finally opened. Showing Anjani’s tiny face who came out of it. “What’s the matter?” asked Anjani kindly. Even though Anjani knows that behind the mothers there is Nisya who frowns in fear, I don’t know what the girl is afraid of.

I teased as I hear him laughing under his throat. "Knock knock." He calls out. "What?" I asked in confusion. "Not what. But who. Again, knock knock." he insisted. I chuckle when I realized that he was going to tell me another knock knock joke. "Fine. Who's there?" "Waiter." "Waiter who?" "Waiter I get my hands on you." I laughed aloud and I can hear him laughing with me too. His jokes are getting into me and even though they are somewhat corny, it was still very much hilarious. “That was one of my sexy knock-knock jokes." he sounded so proud.

*** *knock**knock**knock* The continuous knocking on my door doesn’t stop, for a moment I decide to ignore it until the person goes away, but the knocking doesn’t stop; each knock being louder than the last one. Who could be knocking at this hour of the night, it’s 2am in the morning, shouldn’t this person be sleeping. I lazily pull myself out of bed as I sleepily stagger to the door, careful not to trip. “Who’s that?” I ask with a yawn, the knocking immediately stops at the sound of my voice, the person on the other side of the door clears their throat before speaking up, “it’s me, open the door” “Nek!” I say in surprise, “what are you doing here?” I ask, “I came to get you”. I shake my hea

He was wearing his grim reaper cloack and a formal attire underneath. Shane's ears burned bright red while staring at Mara's mismatched eyes. He secretly pinched himself. "Knock! Knock!" He said and Mara chuckled. "Who's there?" She said. She knows about this modern joke. Shane's face burned brighter. He didn't mean it as a joke. He flicked Mara's forehead and then leaned closer to her. "It's Death, on your doorstep," He said and then planted a kiss on her forehead. "It's Death, on your doorstep, who?" Mara asked.