Knock Knock Artinya Novels & Stories

A shadow. Waiting. Then three slow knocks echoed through the silent room. Knock. Knock. Knock.

******* *knock* *knock* *knock* *knock * I was still in deep sleep my eyes barely opened when I heard that someone was knocking hard on my bed room's door. But I was too tired to open the door so I covered my ears from the pillow and pulled the blanket back on me. I shouldn't have to stay at the party the whole night, I knew it, the hangover will take me. I won't do that mistake again but I need sleep. *knock* *knock*

*** *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

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.

~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?!’

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.

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

I asked. "It is a knock, knock game," she answered. "How does it work?" I asked. "It goes like this, I say, 'knock knock,' and you ask 'who?' then I would say the 'interacting cow'" she said. "Sounds like a very stupid game," I was already pissed off at the idea. "Maybe but we would have to play it," she said.

*Knock, Knock, knock* I no longer felt like I belonged. Everything just felt strange and so Modern. The knocking on the door just felt like background noise as I completely ignored it to focus on wallowing in my own misery. *Knock ,knock ,knock * I could hear the door slowly crack open but I still did not move from my spot on the bed. The darkness brought me comfort and made me feel more at home. Unfortunately for me the person who entered opened the blinds and light immediately flashed across the room and blinded my eyes.

Most people knock on doors with a pattern of either two short knocks and one long or two long and one short. But this person outside was different. Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock knock, knock— Knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock— Knock, knock—knock! Knock, knock—knock! The knocking rhythm even reminded me of a familiar childhood tune. But that didn't help with my morning grumpiness.