Novel & Cerita Knock Knock By Daniel Beaty

*Knock* *Knock* The tapping on the window woke him from his sleep. He listened carefully, when he didn't hear anything, he pulled the cover over his head. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard the tap again. Getting up from the bed he moved to the window, squinting his eyes, he looked outside, he didn't see anyone, he slowly opened the window just then a pebble caught his eyes, he caught it in a swift manner, he then narrowed his eyes at the pebble throwing culprit, "Elle?"

Knock Knock. Daphne and Alison were awoken by the sounds of someone gently knocking on the door. Both of the girls were at first unwilling to open their eyes afraid the night before was nothing more then a beautiful dream. Alison cringed slowly opening a single eye, her eye's immediately shot open and she happily let out an excited squeak before bouncing out of the bed. "I'm coming!" She called out practically floating to the door.

Knock. The knock was abrupt, insistent, shattering the peaceful bubble Dan's phone call had wrapped around. Three sharp raps on the solid library door. My eyes flashed open. Reflexively, the smile still on my lips, I pushed back from the bookcase. The afterglow of Dan's words, the precarious sense of calm, propelled me forward on the faded Persian rug. My hand, almost by itself, felt for the cold brass doorknob. Maybe it's one of the workers with a question, I thought.

Knock knock knock I don't answer the door, I'm too tired to move Knock Knock knock I still don't move I hear my door open and I know automatically who it is because of his smell. "Athena" he whispers I don't answer I just hug myself tighter, I hear him close the door and come to my bed and sit down, I can feel his stare on me but I don't look at him or even speak. He just sighs and begins to speak

KNOCK … KNOCK With my thumping heart, I finally braced myself to open the door, this time I won’t let Derek manipulate me, nor, I would lose my senses now. I’ll be strong and fight with him head-on. BAM … BAM The next knock was more like banging which instantly crushed all my confidence. Taking a deep breath, I finally headed for the door and then unlocked it. CLICK “Why did you take so long??” With a makeup box in his hand, Kim groaned unhappily.

"You expect me to be fooled by you again, Brenda? I won't agree to your deceptive ways..." A burly man wielding a baton stood behind Daniel as he swayed and his eyes rolled back before he collapsed onto the floor. Brenda's gaze pierced the man as she spoke in a cold tone, "Why did it take you so long?" The man who had knocked out Daniel scratched his head in silence before saying, "Take him upstairs. He has to sleep with that bitch!"

******* *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*

I cried until my throat hurt and my eyes burned. After what felt like forever, I wiped my face and forced myself to stand. My hands were still shaking when I picked up my phone. I stared at Damien’s contact for a long time. My thumb hovered over the screen. This was dangerous. Reckless. Maybe even stupid. But I needed to see him. I needed something real. I typed the message quickly before I could change my mind. “Can we meet tonight at my home? I need to talk. Eight o’clock.”

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.

"Shirley, come down! We need to sort this out in person!" I stayed inside. She hollered for half an hour before giving up and leaving. The next day, Darcy's sister-in-law knocked on my door. "Shirley, please open up. Just a quick word..." I kept the door shut. It was day five when Becky dropped a bomb in the family chat. [Becky: Some folks get too big for their britches, thinking they can even take their mother-in-law to court. Just wait till they're old and see if anyone's there to care for them. You reap what you sow.]