The Doorbell Rang

Edgar Allan Poe and Joyce Carol Oates are one of the best writers to ever write. They both wrote about gothic literature but had a very different point of view on gothic literature. “The Fall of House of Usher” and “Where is here?” are both examples of Gothic literature, they are different because of their use of setting and the violence. The main characters in “The Fall of House of Usher” are Roderick Usher, Madeline, and The Narrator. In “Where is here?” the main characters were Stranger,

morning and I decided I was going to go to my friend Jaylen’s house to see his new pet dog. I got out of my bed and threw on some clothes. I then hopped on my bike and pedaled my way to Jaylens house, which was 3 blocks back. I got there and rang the doorbell “ding dong” I heard. Jaylen opened the door and led me inside. I saw the big, black, and white beast and was shocked to see how big and strong she was.My eyes blew up bigger than golf balls. I then went inside and we headed upstairs to go play

left Sally here in front of her house and Sally just stared at the door for minute. She thought to herself of many was that her aunt could look like or act like. She rang the doorbell. “Ding Dong,” rang the doorbell. The Bell sounded like it’s been more than million times. The bell was so old I could barely hear the sound of the doorbell ringing. The house was so dark. There were two dogs tied up to two chains, they were humongous dogs. “Coming,” said a little young voice. Sally was so confused because

ringed the doorbell, and Mrs. Windermere is telling Doug to come back later. When she closed the door, Doug is continuously bothering

summer. Putting on my shoes, I decided that I was going to play and my neighbor’s house. In the summer me and my friend lived very close together so about everyday of the summer we would spend at each other's house. I walked up to her house and I rang the doorbell and waited to see if she could play. She answered the door and we both went inside. Since it was such a nice hot day, we decided that we would go jump on her trampoline and have an time. While flipping on her trampoline and doing back busters

phone went. “Hi Judith” I texted, “GABIE did you see what happened” Judith said. I got so confused I told her “Wait, what happened, I am confused”. “ DID YOU NOT SEE IT, PLL IS OVER” she put a mad emoji. I didn't respond. I ran to her house. I rang on her doorbell. DING DONG, “Hey, sorry I didn't reply I know I saw it yesterday I got sad, mostly because they never showed who AD was” We both got very sad. Two hours passed, I went back home because we already talked about what we're going to do. The only

something to do and then my friend said “lets go ding-dong-ditching”. We all thought that was going to be fun and a good idea. We were all discussing on what house to get.Then we all went to one house and they made me ring the doorbell. With a lot of hesitation I finally rang the doorbell and we all ran and hid as quickly as possible. About 10 minutes later we were still hiding because they were outside on their porch. Then after a little bit a cop car pulled up right in front of the house, even though

weeks ago, on Thursday night, my mom and sister left for hockey practice, leaving me alone. Paranoia is always a factor when I’m home alone, but this time it was a reality. While watching TV, I hear footsteps outside, a knock on the door, and the doorbell ring, then another knock. Naturally, I run upstairs and look out the window in order to see who is there. A truck with flashing yellow lights is parked in the road, and a stout man holding a flashlight is looking in the back of the truck. To be safe

the living room, oh and I can’t forget the bright fire burning into the hearth. As I've been staying here I have noticed many things that have made me curious and feel unsafe about staying here. When I rang the doorbell the lady swung the door open before I could even take my finger off of the doorbell, the words bed and breakfast were written over and over again and looked as if they were black eyes staring at me, she’d stuffed her animals after they died and has them for decorations in the living

skated down the street about nine or so houses to my best friend Brooke’s house. I rang the doorbell and her mom answer the door. I asked, “ Hey Mrs. Amy! Can Brooke and Madi come out to play?” She replied, “Oh sorry Honey, they are not home right now, they are at another friends house.” I said “Okay, thank-you,” and went on my way. I then proceeded on to my friends George and Elizabeth’s house. I rang the doorbell and their big, slobbery lab came barking at the door. Their dad answered and I asked