Knock Knock Comic Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I reply, my voice softening, "Is everything alright? Why do you call?” -["Papa, I… I’ve a joke,"]- He says, his tiny voice brimming with excitement. "Oh, I love jokes! Go ahead, buddy," I encourage, looking forward to the adorable punchline. -["Knock, knock.”]- "Who's there?" I play along. -["Ba… na… na.”]- "Banana who?" I ask with feigning curiosity. -["Ba-na-na… fall down… and… go boom!"]-

*Knock knock* "Young Lady, a man is here to see you" As she heard the grandmother's voice, she flinch and quickly rush up to the door, watch at the hole to see who it was, Her eyes darkened only to see Paul, his complexion is very bad, eyes are puffy, and it is obvious he didn't got any sleep at all, she even doubted whether he had eaten or not she quickly opened the door and quickly touch his face worriedly, "Why aren't you taking care of your face?"she asked him, he was touched that she is worried, but after realising her actions, she pulled away and distanced herself from him

******* *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*

A text from Claire: **“Did you survive Friday? Also, what was up with you and Andrew? ?” I turned the screen face-down. At work tomorrow, people would still talk about karaoke. About interns and cronuts. About office romances and hallway whispers. But I would know something they didn’t. I pressed a palm to my stomach. Nothing. Just silence. Just the quietest, scariest maybe of my life.

On getting to his house, Alonso saw a drawing on his front door, which was shaped like a big number six. ‘‘What the hell?’’ Alonso scrutinized his door with fear gradually creeping into his mind as he moved closer. Chapter three ‘‘BLAHHHH!’’ Andy jumped from behind and grabbed Alonso from the back. ‘‘Oh fuck!’’ Alonso shouted and swung a blind punch at Andy’s temple. ‘‘Dude, what the hell?’’ Andy held his head in pain then began to laugh, ‘‘you should have seen your face, dude!’’ ‘‘Not funny, I could have hit your eye. Why the hell did you draw on my door, bro?’’ Alonso frowned, ‘’wasn’t it too stressful to pull such a prank?’’

Knock!! I was working in my office. when I heard a knocking sound on my office door. I kept my work aside. I said " come in " my secretary and a woman came in and stood in front of the desk " ma'am, she is your new assistant, lav. " " good," I said. I began to tell them the plan which I had in my mind. I told my assistant and my secretary to attend the meeting on my behalf. lav will act as CEO. My secretary asked me " why ma'am? are you not going with us? "

Timika Knock! Knock! Knock! A faint knock reaches my ears, the sound so far away. It’s becoming louder with each knock, pulling me from the amazing dream I was having …. Those large, strong hands around my waist. “Ugh,” I groan… Why? I want to go back. I tuck my head under the comfy duvet. Knock. Knock. Knock!!! Three fast knocks follow.

Knock Knock The faint sound of a knock at the door resonated through Principal White’s office; he looked up and saw Michelle standing outside his door. “Come in,” he said. “Good afternoon, Principal White,” Michelle greeted with a hint of nervousness in her voice. The principal gestured toward the chair positioned in front of his desk, his expression serious yet inviting. “Please, have a seat, Miss Agrilla,” he replied, his tone firm but tinged with a touch of concern.