Knock At The Cabin Door Novels & Stories

Knock, knock, knock, knock “Argh piss off! It’s good what time is it, fucking hell it’s one am!” I groaned out. Knock, Knock, knock, knock, knock. “Oh, for fuck sake I am coming! This better be the damn police!” I snapped out as I forcefully opened the front door standing in shock oh crap. “Oh, I could get dressed up as one if you like,” Nikki said, biting her bottom lip. I don’t remember asking her to come here. “Nikki, what are you doing here?” I snapped. She smiled, “On my way to Cairns for work, though I should pop in and see you”

Ginnie** Varkos stirred beside me, his grip tightening before releasing as he mumbled something I couldn’t hear clearly. My heart pounded as I slid out of bed, the cold floor sending a jolt through my body. Knock. Knock. The unexpected knock on the door shattered the quiet, my eyes wide with fear at the thought that it could be Kenna or worse… Lady Ravena is knocking on that door right now. Holy fuck! What should I do? The knock came again, shattering through my thoughts instantly. More hesitant this time.

___________________________________________________________________________ 21 / 12 / 2021 I take his food and slowly make my way over to his bedroom door – I stand out side of it , trying to gather up the courage to knock on his door. Heaven knows that I do not want to walk in on him doing any freaky shit on a video call again. I raise my hand to the door , noticing the way my hand shivers from nervousness. I knock on his door twice – not as loud as I wanted to which I curse under my breath.

I'll do it. *knock knock knock* we both snap our eyes to the door, Se is pressed against in confusion. Who the hell would be knocking on this door right now?

’ I asked but it didn’t come out of my mouth. I didn’t get up as well as I was wondering who was knocking at my cabin door in the middle of the night. Perhaps, it was a drunk stranger who mistakenly believed this was his or her cabin. But after a minute, I heard the knock again. And another knock. With one eye open, I checked the time on my phone. It was five minutes before twelve midnight. That’s why I felt so sleepy already. “Haist!” I had no choice but to get up.

They wanted me to know they were coming. My heart started racing and my hands began to shake. This was it. This was the attack I had been expecting. I stood up and moved to a defensive position where my back was against the wall and I could see the front door and window. The dagger felt small and useless against multiple attackers, but it was all I had. The footsteps stopped just outside the cabin, and there was a moment of silence that stretched on forever. Then someone knocked on the door, three loud deliberate knocks. I did not answer, I did not move. Just waited to see what they would do next.

When the person shows no intention of leaving, with their constant knocking, I finally get off the comfort of my couch and go on to answer. " I'm coming, you don't have to knock so much, I heard you, you know!" I get tongue tied after opening the door and my eyes meet him. Mr Cullen, in the flesh. On my doorstep.

An hour passed. Maybe more. The cabin was quiet except for the soft clink of dishes and the faint simmer of a pot. Then there was a knock at the door. Not the familiar, hesitant knock of neighbours. Not the careful tap of someone who knew they were entering outcast territory. This knock was sharp. Official. My mother froze. So did I. Another knock followed, harder. My heart began to pound again. My mother wiped her hands on her apron and walked to the door. She opened it just enough to see outside.

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.

Okay. Now or never. I knock once on the front door's wood paneling, peeking into the cabin through the stained glass panes. Everything's a jewel-colored blur through the glass, but I can just make out the shapes of furniture in the hallway and a light at the end of the hall – probably a window or another door. I wait a few seconds before knocking again, louder this time. There's a sound like someone falling over something, followed by muttered cursing. My heart skips a beat as the front door suddenly swings open.