Nada Dering Ketuk Pintu Novels & Stories

Dante raised his hand and pressed the doorbell. While Felix dragged his feet having no choice but to catch up with his boss. The sound of the doorbell made Victoria open her eyes as she stared at the door hoping it was him this time. “You can sleep back, I'll just check who it is.” Nina walked out of the kitchen. “What if it’s him,” she whispered. Nina’s brows shot up. “ It could be the neighbors or…” The doorbell rang again. Victoria sat up with the drip fixed on her hands.

] 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...

KEISHA Knock! Knock! Knock! The rhythmic sound echoed through the hallway as I stood outside Celine's door, my knuckles rapping against the wood with a sense of urgency. Each knock seemed to reverberate through my bones, amplifying the anxiety coursing through my veins. My breath formed wisps of mist in the chilly air, my skin prickling with goosebumps from the cold.

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.

“You are all right. But, in the meantime, give her time, don't force her!... Mom, you better order food. It's already dark, and neither of us has eaten since this morning. We have to eat first, go call Dira to eat!'' Harry called out, reminding them all. ''All right,'' said Fanny, answering languidly, she then took the device and ordered food as Harry asked earlier. ** TOK TOK TOK There was a knock on the tightly closed door. TOK TOK TOK Again there was a knock on the door because the owner of the door did not answer. TOK TOK TOK Again there was the sound of repeated knocking, for since earlier the door had remained tightly closed and the inside that was obstructed by it remained quiet and k

SOMA: “Mark!” I knock on the door so hard as I call the attention of the supposed person behind the door. “Mark! Open up. I know you’re in there,” Another knock follows before I decide to wait for a long time to see if he would answer the door. It was fruitless because there was no response at all. What I do next instead is to put my ear to the door so I could listen in to the activities going on inside the apartment. However, nothing distinct came from that too.

I need to know my faith. I knock on his door a few times but there's no answer so I just let myself in. He seems to be really concentrated on whatever he's doing on his laptop and I just slowly walk towards his desk hoping I don't disturb him, but also hoping he hears me so I don't have to make random noises. "Hi Mr Romano," I call after just standing awkwardly for a while. He must've heard me come in, I wasn't loud but I also wasn't very quiet.

"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.

Shaking. I pressed it. The chime echoed inside—soft, musical. No answer. I waited. Counted to ten. Twenty. Nothing. I rang again. Still nothing. My heart sank. He wasn’t home. Or he was ignoring me. I pulled out my phone. Called. It rang. And rang. Voicemail. “Eric,” I whispered to the empty hallway. “Please open the door.” My voice cracked on the last word. The burn in my eyes turned to tears. Hot. Fast. I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the floor, knees drawn up to my chest.

Thump-thump. This is it. The moment my mother prepared me for. I reach out. My fingers hover over the keys. Zero. Four. Two. Two. My birth time. I press the buttons. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. For a second, nothing happens. The silence is deafening. It presses against my eardrums. Then, a heavy mechanical clunk echoes through the room. The steel wheel in the center of the door begins to spin. It spins slowly, then stops.