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.

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.

Stood close enough that their shoulders touched. They drank in silence. The house listened. Midmorning brought the first sound. A single knock. Not on the front door. Not on the terrace doors. Inside. From the wall beside the fireplace. Three raps. Slow. Measured. Exactly the rhythm Daniel once used. They both froze. Ethan set his mug down. Veronica set hers down a second later. They waited. No second knock. Only the fire crackling. The wind outside testing the shutters. Ethan spoke quietly.

*toot* That message ring on the phone never failed to startle me. Wait no, it's not the ringtone of the message. It's the sound that I usually hear when someone opens the main door, the sound that I heard was not directly rooted from the door, of course, a little speaker was placed on the wall, maybe it was connected on a sensor from the main entrance, sending signals from every room of the house, for safety purposes obviously, I came up to that conclusion because I saw the same speaker in the kitchen.

The soft hum of conversations and occasional laughter wafts through the air, creating a sense of community. My dorm room door bears my name in vibrant purple hues, accompanied by delicate vine-like illustrations. In contrast, my cousin Jessy's door remains untouched, marked only by the impersonal numeral "fifty three." While etiquette dictates knocking, Jessy's habit of unceremoniously entering my room prevails. Standing at door fifty three, I disregard the customary courtesy and swing it open.

Another smudge. By the fifth stamp, the loud, jarring ring of the telephone shattered the silence. It was the landline on the coffee table. It rang and rang, echoing through the empty apartment. No one picked up. I stared up at the door lock. "Dad... please answer the phone." Eventually, the ringing stopped. But only a few seconds later, the front door lock beeped. The electronic keypad chimed in rapid succession. Sophia was back. She was running so fast that her shoes skidded across the hardwood floor.

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.

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.

I cried and cried till I slept off. _______________ The bell continues ringings The banging of the door increases. But no one was answering them. I just sit by the door with my back resting against the door. It has been a routine for them to knock and knock begging me to come out of the house but all I do is ignore them no matter what they say. "Lisa if you don't open this f**king door now I will break it. I am giving you just a minute to open the door." Liam yelled.