Nada Dering Ketuk Pintu Novels & Stories

The urgent knocking sounded on the door again. Then, I heard voices on the other side of the heavy security door. It was a little distorted, but I could still hear Valerio's familiar voice. I curled up on the couch. My dog, Lasagna, who was in my arms, wanted to bark, but I hurriedly held her mouth shut. I then sent Valerio a text message. "I'm not home." The knocking stopped. Another text message immediately appeared in my inbox, and he sounded urgent.

I quickly did my business, washed my hands, and reached for the door handle, It didn’t budge. My fingers tightened. I jiggled the handle again. Nothing. The air in my lungs stilled. I tried again, pulling harder this time, my pulse thrumming against my ribs. Still nothing. A sick, icy dread slithered up my spine. No. No, no, no. I knocked once. “Hey! Someone open the door!” Silence. I knocked harder, my palms sweating. “Hello? Anyone out there?” Nothing.

She continued to knock on the wood. My eyes lighten in enlightenment. I immediately looked at the first page, there's a shop called Kerl. In other words, the gathering will be held in a shop called Kerl at eight in the evening today. The code to the door is to knock seven times heavily, one time lightly, six long intervals, and one short interval in that order... I smiled at her and said, "We will be going now. Thank you for the wonderful apple pie.”

Agad ko naman tinignan ang unang pahina, there’s a shop called Kerl. In other words, the gathering will be held in a shop called Kerl at eight in the evening today. The code to the door is to knock seven times heavily, one time lightly, six long intervals, and one short interval in that order… I smiled at her and said, “We will be going now. Thank you for the wonderful apple pie.”

Then I pressed the doorbell. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. I waited. There was silence. "Seriously." I said bitterly, "are they pretending they cannot hear me?" I pressed the bell again longer and faster this time. Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong! I started pounding on the door with my fist. "Julian opens the door." my voice was rising, almost desperate "you cannot keep avoiding me like this avoiding me." I pressed my ear against the door trying to hear anything.

With the sound of knocking, Jack shouted towards the room. However, there was no response from inside the room. "Hazel, open the door!" He was very worried and had to shout at the door, "I'll count to three. If you don't open the door, I'll kick it down!" There was still no response from inside the room. Jack clenched his fist. "One!" "Two!" He took a deep breath and muttered "Three" through his teeth. Just as he finished shouting, the door in front of him suddenly opened...

Right here in front of everyone? I groan, about to say Yes, please, help me, fuck me, please, when the waitress walks by and starts slamming dishes together. The slamming dishes make a buzzing sound. Kind of like a doorbell. I frown, trying to make the sound go away, but it doesn’t. It just buzzes again, louder, more insistent, until I begrudgingly open my eyes. It’s Saturday morning. Well, almost afternoon. I’m in my own bed, alone. And someone is buzzing my doorbell.

Clarissa ordered before the call was dropped. Edith swallowed hard, her heart beating hard against her chest. "He's old anyways. This is just a way of sending him up early." She said to herself. **************** The sharp, insistent ringing of the doorbell echoed relentlessly through the quiet house, each chime piercing the calm of the evening like an urgent demand.

“I need to make a call.” Before I can dial, the doorbell rings. The sound cuts through the room like a warning shot. Nina and I exchange glances.

Music pounded from behind one of the soundproof doors, making the walls vibrate. "Hopefully he'll just accept the drink and that'll be it," I muttered. "Then I can leave early and go home to Grandma and Jason." I took a breath. "Here goes nothing." I knocked. "Concierge, with your replacement glass, sir. Just then, one of the other doors flew open, and music blasted into the hallway, drowning out everything else. I pressed my ear against the door and knocked again, straining to hear a response. Nothing. The music was too loud.