Wound Up At Your Door Novels & Stories

Why my father’s final breath carried the name Moreau. The past wasn’t just buried. It had been burned clean. A knock echoed through the apartment which made me freeze. No one knew I lived here neither did I ordered anything. I grabbed a knife from the counter and approached the door, silently. Looking through the peephole— it was empty. I opened the door slow and carefully. Right there on my doorstep was a box. It was plain brown with no return address just taped shut. I brought it inside, cut it open with the blade.

His eyes find me standing in the doorway. I close the door. Lock it. Stand there holding Owen's threat in one hand and watching Adrian approach through the window. Like showing up late is better than not showing up at all. Maybe it is. Maybe I'm desperate enough to believe it. The doorbell rings. I look down at the dragon. At the purple scales and button eyes and everything Owen just weaponized. Then I open the door.

The door opener and my wife came out dressed warmly with a bandage on her wrist and forehead . "I came to take you home ." "Get out !" ©#KCMmuoe

After a long day at work, Serena headed straight home. As she approached the door, an unfamiliar tension gripped her. The door, which should have been securely shut, was ajar. She froze in the doorway, her heart racing, but quickly regained her composure. Cautiously, she pushed the door open. Her apartment was in disarray, as though a burglar had ransacked it. The bedroom door was slightly cracked, but Serena hesitated to enter. Her first instinct was to call the police. She did so immediately, her hands trembling as she relayed the situation.

I cried. My mom sighed, “Calm down, Shawna. He reached out to you so he will reach out again.” The doorbell rang and I tensed up as I stared at the time. I knew exactly who was at the door. I stared at my mother and sighed as I went to answer the door. “I’m coming,” I hollered. I opened the door to see my angry landlord standing in front of the door. “Hello, Sir,” I smiled at him, stepping outside.

I was wrestling the zipper closed on the gun kit when three sharp knocks sounded at the door. I froze, Instantly. He's here already....

They were just humans—and I had to protect them! A smile touched my lips when I finally saw their home. That’s when the exhaustion hit me again—blood poured from my arm, and I felt my back wound bleeding too. What was strange was that my wounds weren’t healing like they should’ve by now. I took a deep breath—just a little further and I’d reach them. I slipped through a large gap in the gate and walked to the house. I clutched the porch railing as I climbed the stairs, held the doorframe, and knocked hard. I didn’t hear anything from inside, so I knocked again—but still no answer.

The minutes ticked by slowly, each one stretching my patience thinner. Finally, the doorbell rang. I pushed myself up from the sofa with a relieved sigh and trudged to the door, expecting to see a bored delivery person with my package. Instead, Jared stood on my doorstep with his familiar smirk already forming. "Hello there," he said casually as if this were a normal social call and not an unwelcome intrusion. I immediately tried to slam the door shut, but he was quicker, wedging his foot in the gap and pushing back with his hand.

"He left on his cause.” "Stop talking trash in love tones and go open your goddamn door.” The knock was heard again, five knocks this time. "Lauren, we were at three before, now it is gone up to five, go see who's at the door.” "I don't want to.” "Why not?" "What if it's Matt at the door?" "Of course, it's Matt at the door, who else would it be.” "It could be a neighbor, or you know, someone in the next apartment.”

Rapid, coming from outside the door and BOOM! "Took you long enough."