Nada Dering Ketuk Pintu Novels & Stories

Having a dead man’s body under your bed is not a joke and I don’t know how to say this to Devon and convince him to help me dump the body. I went to their house and knocked on the gate but the television volume was too high and it was impossible for him to hear me knocking. I tried to call him again but he did not answer. How can he answer me? He can’t even hear his phone ringing. I doorbell but nobody can really hear me. “Hello!” I shouted to get attention hoping that someone could hear me. I press the doorbell again and again and again. Until finally someone opened the gate and it was him. I feel like I saw a light in my dying hope when I saw Devon standing, smiling in front of me.

Letta had no idea how many days it had been since the doorbell of her apartment had been ringing loudly in the early morning. Of course, Letta could already guess who the person was that had been disturbing her for the past few days. This made Letta finally ignore the sound of the bell. Despite feeling annoyed, Letta simply took a pillow to cover her face, hoping to muffle the sound of her doorbell. However, it was in vain, as the bell continued to ring incessantly.

] Clara: [Okay. Clara waited for Joe to call her. However, her phone's ringtone didn't sound. She kept waiting until she received a message from Joe. Joe: [Open the door, I'm in front of your room!] Clara's hands trembled. The clock on her phone showed ten o'clock. And Joe was outside her room. Knock. Knock. Knock. A faint knocking sound was heard. Clara, with her trembling body, quickly opened the door. And...

Jayda smirked, raising her hand and balled them to knock on the hard wood of the door. "I know. I hope he doesn't get mad." She sighed, looking down. Then, her eyes suddenly lit up and she frowned at Jayda. "There's the presence of a doorbell, you know?" She reminded her of the extremely patent fact, then she shoved Jayda and clicked on the doorbell, resulting in the reverberation of its loud ring.

“Just call and make that report. Don’t let it be like in high school and run away.” I couldn’t say anything as I glanced up at him and could only nod. I stepped out of the room towards the kitchen and looked around the medicine cabinet to grab some painkillers. My head was throbbing; I don’t think it was helping me think clearer. I took medicine, hoping it would help relieve this pushing feeling in my head, and closed my eyes, wishing this was all just a dream. Three, four, five, I need to recount. None of this happened and I’ll wake up in the living room. I kept counting for a while until I heard the doorbell ring, I was at number thirty. I nervously walked to the doorway and stood in front

She knocks again on his door. Click!

Just silence so complete it made my ears ring. I tried the door anyway, pushing against it even though I knew it was useless. It didn’t budge, just as I’d expected. “Hello?” My voice came out as a croak. My throat felt jagged and raw. I cleared it and tried again, louder. “Hello? Is anyone there?” No response. I banged on the door with my fist, the sound echoing dully in the small space. “Let me out! Please, I need—I need water. I need—”

A heavy thud hits the metal landing right outside our door. Saint’s finger tightens on the trigger. I press my hands over my ears, squeezing my eyes shut as the keypad on the heavy steel door suddenly beeps.

Ding-dong. The doorbell chimed.

"Warning! Insufficient balance! Warning! Insufficient balance!" The mechanical electronic voice was shrill enough to pierce eardrums. "No! We can't hold out!" Dad's face went pale. He jumped up from the floor and charged toward the door. "Dad! Don't open it! It's dangerous out there!" I tried to grab him, but my body was too weak to even stand. He shoved aside a chair blocking his way, completely ignoring the million-dollar payment code on the door, and frantically pried at the welded steel bars.