Hob Knocker Novels & Stories

“Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.” “I am not an accessory!” I cursed under my breath, hurling the contact book in the trunk. It clunked against something hollow. Curious, I brushed away a layer of junk. Underneath the robes was a tight-fit cellar door. I scrunched my face in confusion. “What in the world?” I mouthed, fingering the brass knocker. It was shaped like a lion's head. The knocker snarled. I yelped, jumping back. It attempted to bite my hand.

Knock. At my door.

The tension in the air was thick and heavy. Henry frowned at the burgers on the table, his nose wrinkling slightly. "Reheated burgers aren't fresh, Mom. I want doughnuts." Daniel coaxed him, "Your mom already made these, Henry. Let's not waste them. You can have doughnuts tomorrow, okay?" "No! I want them now!" Henry refused, his voice rising in a tantrum. Never patient with Henry's outbursts, Daniel started to scold him. But Siena interrupted, her tone sweet and conciliatory. "Kimberly, I hear your doughnuts are amazing. I'd love to try them."

He peeked out from behind the opening of the barrel. Knock! Knock! Knock! There was a loud knock on the door. Bowen was silent while holding his breath. His face was agitated. His hand gripped his flagship blacksmith hammer tightly. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! This time the knock on the door was louder. Bowen stood tensed at the door. His grip on his flagship blacksmith hammer was getting tighter. His eyes stared intently at the door in front of him, which was made of solid teak wood. He hoped the door was strong enough to hold back whoever was behind the door, the uninvited guest. He swallowed hard.

~Tia~ *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* At first, I thought it was a part of my dream, this annoying knocking. I turned over multiple times, hoping it would go away. It was the knock on my bedroom wall that got me moving. ‘WOULD YOU ANSWER THE DAMN DOOR?!’

"I will give you a kiss if you let me in." She huffed. "Will you stop?" He scrunched his face up. "Mmmm; nope." He grinned. "Knock-knock." She rolled her eyes again and removed her hand from his. He was undeterred. "Knock-knock." "You said you'd stop, Declan." "You didn't open the door," he protested. She gave him a pointed look. "Who's there?" "Nobel." "Nobel who?" "Nobel, so I knocked!" He snickered. "There is no bell to ring, so I knocked."

I was feeling so good till. "Knock knock!" Someone chimes from the door. I recognize that voice. Nicko stopped immediately. "Fuck!" He groan in anger. T.B.C

The pipes groaned the way they always had. Some things never changed. I had just taken a sip when a sharp knock sounded on the door. My entire body stiffened who would come here? The pack house was busy tonight. No one should even remember this place existed. The knock came again. I set the glass down and walked toward the door, my heart pounding in my chest, was it Isobel here to kill me finally? When I opened it— Knox Mercer stood there. Looking handsome and filling up the whole space. His presence filled the small doorway like he didn’t belong anywhere this cramped.

Bowen screamed. Everyone could hear the panic and hysteria in his voice. He stumbled off the stage, tripping and lurching toward the backstage area. In his panic, he didn't notice the steps. So, he twisted his ankle and fell straight down, rolling all the way down the stairs. The staff who were backstage finally snapped out of their daze. They fumbled in panic to shut off the screen. The giant screen went black in an instant. I became even more of a joke standing in front of the dark screen alone.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock* The knock was loud in quiet night. It was only eight in the afternoon but John knew that everyone would be gone to bed. The rules had always been lights out at 7h30pm sharp. He also knew that the head mistress would be gone for the day, leaving only the night nanny and janitor who lives in the orphanage. He stood out side patiently waiting for and answer but it was still silent. He picked up the door knocker once more and was about to release it when the door abruptly jerked open. He was greeted by the always smiling Janitor. His face was wrinkled and worn out with age. He was in his mid forties when John was sent to the orphanage,now being in his late sixties almost