Nada Dering Ketuk Pintu Novels & Stories

PLEASE! She hit send. Immediately, she dialled the emergency number. Just as the call began connecting- Ding... Dong. The doorbell rang. The cheerful chime echoed unnaturally through the silent house. Claire froze. Her heartbeat stopped for one horrifying second. Then... Ding... Dong. Again. Longer this time. Her phone slipped from her trembling fingers and hit the floor with a dull thud. Silence. Not a single sound came from outside. No footsteps. No voices.

I got to the bathroom and slowly closed the door. I waited and listened. I could hear footsteps outside the door. I put it on the tap in the bathroom. The noise was okay. Then I tapped on the teleprompter. “Hey, Vok you there?” And all I could hear were crickets. I called out to him again, and the answer was the same. I became tired of trying to get across to him

If something had happened to her, I would make sure the person responsible regretted it, piece by piece, buried eight feet under. "JAZZ!" I slammed the metal gate, the sound echoing through the quiet neighborhood. "JAZZLENE!" I stood there, waiting for a response, hoping to see movement behind the front door. Silence greeted me instead. Frustration building, I hoisted myself over the gate and into the compound, then marched up to their main door. "JAZZ!" My fist pounded against the sturdy wood, each strike reverberating through the hallway beyond. Still, no response. No one appeared to open the door.

The warm water ran down my back, Adele's ‘Set Fire to the Rain’ blasting through the speakers, for a moment, it made me block out the noise and the thoughts. And maybe that's why I didn't hear the banging on the door at first. It wasn't until I switched off the hot water that I heard it. Hurrying out of the bathroom, I grabbed a robe and padded over to the front door, all wet and slightly breathless. I didn't even think to look through the peephole before jerking the door wide open. Kelvin was leaning against the door, panting slightly with his head bowed so much that his fair fell forward.

“We have time before we have to get up.” “Get up?” I laugh. “We haven’t been downstairs in days.” Suddenly, a loud chime reverberates around the room, and I nearly fall out of bed in shock. “Shit, is that the doorbell?” He asks Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. The hammering on the door is insistent and makes it clear that someone really wants to speak to us.

Unknown number. Ring. Ring. Ring. Her finger hovered over the answer button.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

-, no thats not possible , i dismissed the thoughts immediately, running the water over my face and my palms, I gasped lightly at the sight of the crimson colored water that rushed down. Then i followed the back door. Luckily, there was an exit from the back. The heavy banging on the door continued, as i shut the door quietly behind me. But as i turned my heels to leave, the loud, gut annoying sound of my ringtone echoed across the door. "Damn it!" I cursed, twisting the door knob open back again and tiptoed back in. Now the banging on the door had completely stopped, just eerie silence behind the running taps.

Reaching his apartment, 12B. I exhaled. Was this even worth it? I’m not even prepared for his crazy behavior. Ah! This is driving me insane. Inhaling deeply, I pushed the button, ringing the bell. The chime echoed softly through the lavish hallway, swallowed almost immediately by the silence of the building. I waited, foot tapping nervously against the polished marble floor. One… two… three long seconds passed. Nothing. I pressed it again and again, but there was still no response.

The sound of rain tapping against my windowpane reached my ears, its soothing rhythm lulling me further into drowsiness. "Kelvin, I'm sorry," I mumbled as my eyelids grew heavy and drifted shut. Resting comfortably in my plush bed, I registered the distant sound of my phone ringing. A soft groan escaped me, even as slumber enveloped me. The persistent ringing grated on my nerves, wearing out its welcome. Sluggishly, I extended my arm towards the night table to retrieve my phone, only to inadvertently knock it off the edge. The thud as it hit the floor was audible.

I don't want to die like this, THUD THUD THUD I looked around, but my bed was still, and nothing was shaking. But it was dark outside. Once again, I heard the sound, Is it my door? But who would knock on my door this time? Shit, a burglar? Do they knock before they rob you? THUD THUD THUD Well, what he robs from me, I don't have a fucking diamond ring. I rubbed my eyes and went to open the door.