Epilogue To Bruni's Knock On The Door

There is a house and he sees a light on. He sees 2 people coming back but they seem sorrowful. He wants to get warm but he doesn’t want to intrude into their house. He goes to the people and asks to go into their house. We wanted to get warm before getting to Elsewhere. He noticed the 2 people were parents but there were no children there.

Before the narrator sets foot in the household he is hounded by the feeling of something sinister in the air overwhelming him to the point of him losing his composure and nothing

“Hello!” Screamed Irene, “Is anyone here! I need help! I have cuts and bruises! Is there a doctor nearby?” Sadly, it was just her wandering the streets. Soon she sees a figure that looks like it might be a person, so she runs toward it.

At first this sounds was a minor sound that could be been anything and could’ve come from anywhere in the house. The first noise they heard that night raised suspicion but neither the husband nor wife were truly concerned until they hear the second noise which was way more distinct and a polar opposite of the first noise. It was much louder, and sounded like a cough coming from someone else, someone who wasn’t them and wasn’t supposed to be there. The man is almost positive that it is coming from inside their house. He intends to investigate, but is seized by a momentary paralysis, leaving his wife to attend to the noise.

She makes her way to the room when getting closer to the room she saw how it was so eerie and shady looking. She again shook off the feeling and entered the room. Looking around she looks at the baren room. The wallpaper crumbling off the edges of the wall, the bed sheets old and dusty showing no one has been in this room for weeks maybe months. She walks over to the bed sitting her stuff down in the nearby chair. Laying down on the

One day, as Scarlett sat alone in the living room, she heard a knock at the door. She wondered who it could be. Her husband was at work and she didn't know anybody else, having just moved to town. She answered the door and was surprised to see her husband. Apparently, he had finished all the work for the day and was free to leave early. He must've been working hard because he gave off a horrible smell.

...Juana woke up in the middle of the night. She felt anomie when she woke up. Juana knew something was seriously wrong. She looked around to make sure her husband, Kino, and her son, Coyotito was still asleep and okay. She checked Kino was gone. However, his clothes and valuable items were still in place. Juana looked at the ground and there was no footsteps or traces. She immediately thought that Kino was kidnapped. Juana started to panic and was lachrymose. As she kept thinking about losing him, the more she cried. She then saw something lucent on the table which is very ferly. She asked herself, “What is that?” Juana walked towards the light and then felt this blast of coldness on her and she got frighten. She stumbled as she was backing away; tripping and falling. Juana wanted to

A cold breeze hits him again, he JackYuri shivers. The line takes five steps and then shudders to a halt. Armed men stand to either side of him leaning on the rigid walls of the cabin, guns lowered. He takes another deep breath and slowly smiles. He then stares back to observe the man behind him: tattered and baggy clothes, scrawny and frail build, dirtied hands and face from work. Upon seeing this man, aA fire begins to kindle inside of him as if two rocks had clashed.

Alexandra sat quietly in thought until she heard the harsh pounding of fingers rapping against the door3. She quickly stood up from her spot in a chair and brushed off her dress, adjusting it to be more comfortable. She hurried to the door and opened it apologizing profusely for not getting there quicker. Standing in the door was a young African

I walked to the room at the end of the hall that led to the attic. I slowly placed my foot on the first step, calling out for Nancy. When I finally reached the top, I saw a long haired woman standing by the window with her backed turned to me. "Chelsea? What the hell are you doing here?" She was holding an axe in her hand and I started backing up, with no intention on going any further. She turned around and to my surprise, it was not Chelsea at all, but Nancy. She had blood rolling down her forehead, from the scalp that was ripped from Chelsea's head. "Oh, Dear," she said. "You gave me quite a fright." She started walked toward me. "What do you think?" She asked, running her fingers through the

Bruni heard a knock on the door. Who can it be? She thought. She wasn’t expecting anyone, especially at this time of the day. She opens the door to find this mysterious man. His clothes are dirty and its smell rotten. She can’t see his face since it’s covered by an old hat.

It was dark, horrific, and gloomy on the streets of Hunterberry. A man named William, now 26, was walking down the streets of Hunterberry, when he came across this amazing house. He looked at the sign next to the house, “FOR SALE.” William was surprised, what such house should be not sold yet? He quickly contacted the Landowner. The next day, the landowner took his offer of 91,000 dollars, and has been sold to William. William in excitement,  told his friends and family of his new house! What he didn't know, what was he was about to meet in the house, something or someone, haunting the walls of the house. But who would be this uninvited guest?

She was just getting out of the shower when she heard a knock on the door. Now who could that be? No one knew she had moved. Throwing on a simple white shirt that barely covered her breasts and a pair of yellow bikini bottoms, she made her way to the door. Her hair was wet and the shirt clung to her like a second skin. She really needed to find her towels.

Filiu links both apoclypticism and global jihad in his “Epilogue” through the mutual belief of the extermination of Jews between the Islamic State and Christian Zionists, the use of other religious books outside of Islam are used rather than books recycled over and over again like anti-Semitic books, and through the connection between the Antichrist and the global jihad. “Truly the end time is already at hand when brothers kill one another” (199). The end times are here when people begin taking matters into their own hands and ending other people lives and ultimately ending the world’s life.

Inside the small house it was pitch black and completely silent. So dark, in fact, that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. The deeper into the house, the darker it became. Now into the family room and up the stairs.A distinct sound of scratching emanated from the door at the end of the hall. Inside, the room seemed to belong to a young girl, but only because the little girl nestled in bed deemed it so.