Murder Knocks Twice Novels & Stories

Saturday I knocked like I had a right. Knox opened on the second knock. No sweatpants joke. T-shirt. Bare feet. He looked at my mouth first. “Say it again.” “Break the rule. Take it. I don’t want it saved if it isn’t you.”

"Your secretary always knocks twice," Nobody replied. Evelyn froze. "How did you know that?" she whispered in renewed shock. Nobody's eyes remained fixed on the slowly turning brass handle. "Because I heard her knock earlier." Evelyn stared at him, her breath catching in her throat. "What?" "When you called her in," Nobody said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "She knocked twice before you told her to enter. And not only that, her style of knocking was different from this one."

Antonio's face darkened. "No." He whispered. "I know that knock." Alessia lo oked at him. "Who is it?" Antonio's answer sent a chill through every person in the room. "Only one man ever knocked like that." Another three knocks echoed through the house. Slow. Patient. Confident. Antonio stared toward the door. His voice barely rose above a whisper. "He finally found us."

She clicked the top blog post and started to read. TWO PEOPLE FOUND DEAD AT SEATTLE’S BEST’S PARKING LOT: On the evening of February 16th, two people were found dead by Seattle’s Best’s employee Jenny Sparks. The bodies were identified as Fred Rocco and Nelson Rocco, the owners of Rocco Brothers. The bruises and cuts found in the bodies proved that the brothers were tortured before their throats were slashed. The murder weapon, which was found in Fred Rocco’s pockets, had multiple fingerprints. Two of them were from the brothers themselves, while the other two were from Vivien and Roger Warren.

After a lot of deliberations within herself and self encouragement, she was able to bring herself to knock softly on the door. “Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!knock! Knock!” “Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!knock! Knock!” “Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!knock! Knock!!!” “Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!knock! Knock!….”, She knocked on the door severally but didn’t get any response from her. Alice took a little break from the knocking. She went back a bit to rethink things through. When she was sure she had everything figured out, she took a deep breathe before trying for the second time.

*knock* *knock* "Again" I whisper in my sleepy voice I don't know who the hell is standing out there. But I am damn sure he wants to die today. *knock* "what the fuck?!" I yelled and this time I was angry so I removed my gun from the drawer. I opened the door and pointed my gun to the maid who fell on the floor in fear seeing the gun in my hand "so so sorry- sorry, sir I don't want to dis- disturb... you" she spoke in a Cracking voice.

The small gathering was silent for a while, it was a pin drop silence as you could even hear someone's heartbeat thud in their chest. I stroked my jaw thoughtfully before I removed my other claw from the neck of the victim where it was stuck. They didn't speak until I had attacked and killed the second person, now they all were going to die in the worst way possible. I bent down to look at the dying man.

The thuds of the bodies hitting the floor was more noise than Monroe wanted, so he moved quickly and went in search of his prey. Surprisingly, no alarms or shouts signaled his presence. Around the last corner of the hall, Monroe saw a sleeping guard posted at a double door. Monroe pulled back, inhaled and exhaled slowly several times before he struck. He had no chance to catch the body as it hit the door and then sunk to the floor. However, Monroe's solid kick to the door's handle happened a split second later and he was in the room as Uday rose from the bed. The gunshot was loud in the quiet house and then screams quickly followed from the woman in the same bed. Monroe was shoved back sligh

Year 1863 Knock ... knock, knock ... Thea turned around. Without even opening the door, she knew who was standing behind it. The beat was Kay's signature beat. Thea ignored him. She did not move an inch from her place. Knock... knock, knock ... One… two… three… four… five… he counted to himself and a third beat was heard. Knock ... knock, knock ... This time Thea counted to ten and the door opened.

Noel has to tilt his head to be seen around it. I look to the left and the right, peering up and down the street to either side of them. He looks too. “How many times did you knock?” I ask him. “Just once,” Noel replies, confused. Fear rises within me once again.