The Nightmare Noise

Good morning!  Did everyone have a good weekend so far?  Today is Labor Day and I get the day off from work.  So that’s kind of nice!

This story is another one for Grammy’s Grid.  I also want to say that my last story for her link party was featured!  So thank you for the feature!  If you want to read my last story for the link party, Drowning in His Thoughts, click here.  For this link party, the prompt goes as follows:

Just as she thought nothing else could go wrong, the doorbell…

This story is an Adventure.  Enjoy!

The Nightmare Noise

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Just as she thought nothing else could go wrong, the doorbell sounded throughout the house.  Tiffany leaned over the counter, her head cupped in her hands. This day had not gone as planned and she really just wanted it to be over.  She wanted to go back to bed and start over.

The doorbell rang again.  Tiffany let out a loud groan.  “I’m coming! Geez…” She quickly brushed her hair back behind her ears and loudly stomped towards the front door.  She wasn’t expecting anybody to come by the house today and she really didn’t want to answer the door.

But the doorbell rang again.

“I’m coming!”  Tiffany screamed toward the front door as she walked through the rooms of the house.  Once she got to the door, her hand reached out and gripped the doorknob. She quickly turned the knob and the door flew open.

But no one was there.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”  Tiffany stepped outside the door and took a look around.  There was no one there. There wasn’t a soul on the street, it was just Tiffany yelling at nobody.  Who had rung her doorbell?

Tiffany stepped out of the house and toward the street.  She slowly closed the door behind her, but froze as she heard the lock click behind her.  Tiffany’s eyes flew open and she spun back toward the door. “No. No! Come on! Can this day get any worse?”  She turned the doorknob and tried to open the door. But it was locked.

With a long sigh, Tiffany leaned against the door and slid down to the welcome mat.  What caused this day to be so terrible? Who decided that she needed to be locked out of the house and not get stuff done like she was supposed to?  It was just a terrible day all together.

Suddenly, Tiffany’s ears perked up when she heard the high shrill ring of a bike bell.  Maybe this person could help her get into her house. She looked up to see a black and white newspaper flying straight toward her face.  Tiffany didn’t have any time to react before the newspaper smacked her right in the face and…

Beep Beep Beep

Tiffany’s eyes flew open as her alarm clock went off on the side table.  Her arm swung over to the clock and her hand landed on the off button. She looked at the time, 9 am.  This was a new day. It was all a dream. It couldn’t be that bad…could it?

With a single swoop, Tiffany threw her covers off of her and swung her feet over the edge of her bed.  She stretched her arms over her head and swiveled her head from side to side. It was going to be a great day.  She wasn’t going to let the dream ruin her day. It was a brand new day and she was planning on having a wonderful day.

But then she froze.  The horrible noise that haunted her from the dream.  She never wanted to hear it again, but it was here ringing through the house.

The nightmare noise of the doorbell.

6 thoughts on “The Nightmare Noise

  1. Oh gosh, that’s a bad feeling to hear your door lock like that and seems when one bad thing happens they just keep happening. Thanks so much for linking up at the #ShortStoryPromptLinkParty 11. Shared. And you’re most welcome for the feature Lauren, I appreciate you linking up!

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