Doors Screech Novels & Stories

How can he be compared to you? Tristan tapped his fingers on the table and made up his mind. "Alright, Matthew, you're coming with me." … "Esther!" I didn't expect to run into Tristan here in Straburgh. As I walked down the hallway after coming out of the restroom, I heard him call my name. After eight years, I recognized his voice instantly. Looking toward the voice, I saw him leaning against the wall with a glass of wine in hand while squinting at me. It seemed like he had been waiting for me on purpose.

The dizziness eased slightly. I turned my gaze to the final scratch card once more. I made up my mind. My hand trembling, I began to scratch.

The responder answered. I took in a breath. “I’d like to report a break in.” Someone was in the house. I paddled back to the top of the stairs and strained my ears again. The scraping noise was getting worse now, it echoed through the air. It was as if someone was continuously scratching a key against a door.

Stripes had a tiny water game that he pressed frantically to fling the miniature hoops over the hovering poles. Scorpio was cleaning his pointed fangs with a small knife that Dax was mumbling about shoving into his gums. The truck jolted violently, which caused everyone to snatch onto their seat to avoid being thrown back. Scorpio cried out loudly and held his hand under his mouth to catch the stream of blood flowing from under one of his fangs; which were positioned way above his top row of teeth. The small window opened, and a male's face appeared to find the source of the commotion.

With a shriek akin to a screech owl, Luca suddenly grabsbed his eyes, and fell to the floor… “The sun,” his screams could be heard all over the house.

But then, his expression hardened again. The car tires screeched again, this time accompanied with a loud sound of something colliding with a metal. Bang!

Serena’s POV The sound of screeching tires tore through the heavy downpour behind me, the sharp metallic noise echoing off the thick steel girders of the bridge. The noise was followed immediately by the loud, heavy slam of a car door and the frantic splashing sound of leather shoes running through the flooded road.

KREAAHHHH! A loud screech suddenly echoed in the desert. The screech sent shivers down their skin. “What was that?” Mira asked. “I have no clue, but we should hurry up and meet with the others.” “Yeah, I’d like that too.” Mira and Isaac quickened their pace to check the other rooms. The screech had sent shivers to not only them, but to the others as well.

I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing for the impact. But instead of the painful collision, a loud SCREECH pierces the air as the car skids to a stop, just inches away from turning me into a vampire pancake. I let out a sigh of relief, but it's short-lived as the car door slams shut with a BANG. Hurried footsteps approach me, followed by a panicked female voice.

A loud squeaking sound caused by a door that slides across the oak floor compels him to stand up. He moves towards the direction in which the noise comes from. He stares intently at the door. The noise came directly from a window which, because it was wide open, blew the door open back and forth timidly. Friction between the sill of the door and the floor causes an unbearable and irritating squeaking sound. The sound seemed to agitate him. He walked toward it in an attempt to shut the door. He approaches the door to close it, but as he does, he notices a familiar figure that he can recognize from a mile away. The figure sits in a ladder-style office chair. It was the wind that caused the squ