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Spider's Web * The Unexpected Guest By Agatha Christie Web Guest Unexpected Spider

If your house is really a mess and a stranger comes to the door greet him with, 'Who could have done this? We have no enemies!' By Phyllis Diller House Mess Stranger Door Greet

The outsider is not sure who he is. He has found an "I", but it is not his true "I".' His main business is to find his way back to himself. By Colin Wilson Outsider True Found Main Business

The back door beckons to a prodigal son. By Michael Davidow Son Back Door Beckons Prodigal

I consider telling my building guard not to let him in, but I hear the ring of the elevator and realize the guard must have recognized the motherfucker from when he brought me home last week. By Katy Evans Guard Week Telling Building Hear

we forgive those who trespass By Peter Kreeft Trespass Forgive

An identity is questioned only when it is menaced, as when the mighty begin to fall, or when the wretched begin to rise, or when the stranger enters the gates, never, thereafter, to be a stranger. By James A. Baldwin Begin Stranger Menaced Fall Rise

PLEASE DO NOT ENTER WITHOUT KNOCKING.PLEASE DO NOT KNOCK. By Jack London Knock Enter Knockingplease

As bellhop closes the door behind him, you are left with a feeling of security and relaxation. Your mind starts to drift, and you wonder to yourself, who else has stayed in this room? By Ann Benjamin Relaxation Bellhop Closes Door Left

Whose house is that, Constable? By Oscar Wilde Constable House

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Enrico Manuel Alejandro Stephan Montebello, and you are trespassing on my land. By Grace Willows Montebello Introduce Enrico Manuel Alejandro

There are times ... when any visitor - in person, by phone, by mail - is an intruder, a burglar, a space hogger, an oxygen taker, a chaos maker, a conflict inducer, a mood chaser, and a total drag. By Toni Cade Bambara Times Visitor Person Phone Mail

steps outside the front door when her By Michael Lee Pope Steps Front Door

outsider. You do what you want, say what you want, and move on when you've worn out your welcome. By Sophia Amoruso Outsider Move Worn

Out of the new arrivals in our livesthe odd word stumbled upon in a difficult text, the handsome black stranger who bursts in one night through the cat door, the telephone call out of a friend's silence of years, the sudden greeting from the girl-childwe constantly make of ourselves our selves. By Nancy Mairs Text Door Years Arrivals Livesthe

This, children, is Kitty Pryde, who apparently feels the need to make a grand entrance. I'm sorry. I was busy remembering to put all my clothes on. By Joss Whedon Children Pryde Kitty Entrance Apparently

There are sneaking,creeping, crumplingnoises coming frominside the walls. By Neil Gaiman Sneakingcreeping Crumplingnoises Walls Coming Frominside

[Razo] knocked, peered inside, then jumped and shut the door, quiet as brushing two feathers together. He smiled at his own stealth, then swaggered right into a chair, banging it against the wall.You oaf. He cut short his swagger and began to move with exaggerated sneakiness. By Shannon Hale Razo Knocked Peered Inside Door

I don't know why dogs always go for postmen, I'm sure," continued our guide."It's a matter of reasoning," said Poirot. "The dog, he argues from reason. He is intelligent; he makes his deductions according to his point of view. There are people who may enter a house and there are people who may not - that a dog soon learns. Eh bien, who is the person who most persistently tries to gain admission, rattling on the door twice or three times a day - and who is never by any chance admitted? The postman. Clearly, then, an undesirable guest from the point of view of the master of the house. He is always sent about his business, but he persistently returns and tries again. Then a dog's duty is clear, to aid in driving this undesirable man away, and to bite him if possible. A most reasonable proceeding. By Agatha Christie Poirot Dog Postmen Continued Guide

Now what is a guest? A thing of a day! A person who disturbs your routine and interferes with important concerns. Why should any one be grateful for company? Why should time and money be lavished on visitors? They come. You overwork yourself. They go. You are glad of it. You return the visit, because it's the only way to have back at them ... By Gene Stratton-Porter Guest Day Thing Concerns Company

In the city, I wake bolt upright in the small hours, convinced that intruders are marauding through our apartment despite Swiss bank-style security arrangements. By Mariella Frostrup Swiss City Hours Convinced Arrangements

Booyah, I will summon the ninja. Oh, and take a lunch break while we burgle.""You're going, too?""Am I not ninja enough? Are you saying that I lack ninja?""No, I was just thinking you're a little, uh, recognizable, maybe?"Eve batted her thick eyelashes. "Why, thank you, sweetie. That's the nicest insult I've had today, not counting the jock who said he'd date me but he had a restraining order out for necrophelia. By Rachel Caine Booyah Ninja Summon Eve Burgle

Inquisitiveness is an uncomely guest. By Philip Sidney Inquisitiveness Guest Uncomely

a creature of impulse. By Clive Barker Impulse Creature

Who's there?" he called, then frowned. "Of course," he added, addressing the darkness all around, "even I, as a Shadowhunter, have seen enough movies to know that anyone who yells 'Who's there?' is going to be instantly killed. By Cassandra Clare Called Frowned Shadowhunter Added Addressing

The intruder hesitated, turned, and anchored itself in the corner, where the ceiling met the wall. It sat there, fastened to the paneling by enormous yellow talons, still and silent like a gargoyle in full sunlight. I took a swig from the bottle and set it so I could still see the creatures reflection. Nude and hairless, it didn't carry a single ounce of fat on its lean frame. Its skin stretched so tight over the cords of muscle, it threatened to snap. Like a thin layer of wax melted over an anatomy model. Your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman. By Ilona Andrews Turned Hesitated Corner Wall Intruder

I heard a bump and knew it must have been Nathan throwing the door up in anger. "And so what if she is here you asshole? I told you the other day that you are NOT welcome here anymore..!" He roared. By Line F. Nielsen Nathan Anger Heard Bump Knew

For a minute or two she stood looking at the house, and wondering what to do next, when suddenly a footman in livery came running out of the wood(she considered him to be a footman because he was in livery: otherwise, judging by his face only, she would have called him a fish)and rapped loudly at the door with his knuckles. It was opened by another footman in livery, with a round face, and large eyes like a frog; and both footmen, Alice noticed, had powdered hair that curled all over their heads. She felt very curious to know what it was all about, and crept a little way out of the wood to listen. By Lewis Carroll Footman Livery Face House Judging

How did you get in here?"He opened up his arms. "Easy. I jumped from a plane onto your roof, disengaged the security grid in your basement, crawled into your house through an air vent, cut the security wires on your wall screens, crawled back outside, unlocked a sky window, slid through, and here I am."I raised a single eyebrow."I knocked on the door and your mum let me in. Crazy, right? By Katie Kacvinsky Arms Easy Opened Crawled Security

We was sneakin' in and it was general admission,Now we ownin' the arena and decidin' who allowed in it. By Curren$Y Sneakin Ownin Decidin General Admissionnow

Egwene didn't notice someone new entering the tent. Rand did, however, and he spun as the flaps parted and let in light. He frowned at the interloper.His frown died as soon as he saw the person who entered.Moiraine. By Robert Jordan Egwene Tent Notice Entering Rand

The question of the stranger in a society which estranges everybody from itwhile forcing everybody to assimilate their own alienationtakes cover under dubious and sinister masks. By Norman Manea Masks Question Stranger Society Estranges

I'd appreciate a phone call before you try to break into my office again-Matthew Carter By Natasha Larry Carter Phone Call Break Office

We shouldn't take for granted the security and comfort of our neighborhoods, we shouldn't think that always leaving our windows open and our doors unlocked means that we're beyond an encroachment. We may believe our gates are insurmountable and that we're armored by routines, but can't we be touched by chance or fate, plucked up like a mouse foraging along his well-worn trail? Before you know it, you're looking down at the last faint print of your claws in the dirt. By Chang-Rae Lee Neighborhoods Encroachment Granted Security Comfort

She always said we were guests. Intruders. I believed her, but I didn't really consider it. This world was not ours. It hadn't been for a very long time. Sleeping By Lauren Nicolle Taylor Guests Intruders Sleeping Time Believed

A girl silly enough to leave her private thoughts displayed so blatantly in a plain notebook tucked snugly in the back of an undistinguished piece of furniture in the corner of an out-of-the-way parlor frequented only by her closest female companions deserved to have her privacy invaded. He continued to invade. By Katharine Ashe Parlor Invaded Girl Silly Leave

Excuse me, Abigail, but whose shift did she get away during?' Townsend asked with a glare.'Excuse me, Townsend, but who was supposed to booby-trap the doors?''I'm an agent of Her Majesty's Secret Service,' Townsend said, indignant. 'I do not do booby traps. By Ally Carter Abigail Excuse Townsend Service Shift

New exit, new entry! By Lailah Gifty Akita Exit Entry

Some of us are Outlaws, and some Trespassers upon the very World. By Thomas Pynchon Outlaws World Trespassers

I'm not going away until you open the door." "People know I'm here. If you kill me, you won't get away with it." He laughed. "I'm not going to kill you." "How do I know that?" "Because I gave my name to the doorman, I've been caught on no less than six surveillance cameras on the way up here, and I don't generally go around killing people. Especially not girls." "Why are you less likely to kill girls?" "Because I like them. A lot." I slowly opened the door and my jaw dropped. By Alyssa Rose Ivy Kill Open People Girls Door

I'm sorry. I'm a little on edge." "No need to remind me," Mg. Aviosky quipped just as a real person emerged from that second right, some sort of ledger in his hands. "There are guests at the door," the man said, closing the ledger. The ensuing burst of air rustled his wavy black hair. In words pitched at a light baritone, he added, "And I would have thought the knock gave it away. By Charlie N. Holmberg Ledger Edge Aviosky Hands Remind

Let the enemy rage at the gate; let him knock, pound, scream, howl; let him do his worst. We know for certain that he cannot enter our soul except by the door of our consent. By Saint Francis De Sales Pound Scream Howl Gate Knock

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainThrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; This it is, and nothing more. By Edgar Allan Poe Entreating Entrance Chamber Visitor Door

Once more into the breach By William Shakespeare Breach

I prefer sneaking in the back door. By Mark Gatiss Door Prefer Sneaking Back

Door. Fucker hit me with the bedroom door! By Jeaniene Frost Door Fucker Hit Bedroom

A steel door clapped open as a guard stepped from the bulletproof viewing station across the hall. "Adams!" "That you?" "I told you, I don't know-" The cop pointed straight at him. "Jeffrey Adams! Front and center!" The black man helped him rise to his feet. "Ain't everybody gets called back from the pit, man. Question is, what are you gonna do when you find out who you are? By Davis Bunn Adams Hall Steel Door Clapped

I thought you'd be better at this.""Why?"Bridget shrugged. "'Cause your dad's a cop.""Right," Matt said, shifting his body so he wasn't blocking the light. "Why wouldn't he teach me Breaking and Entering 101?"Bridget stifled a yawn. "Might be helpful now.""Patience, grasshopper." Matt inserted a second metal prong into the lock. "I know a few tricks."Bridget heard a soft click, and Matt raised his eyebrows in an unspoken "I told you so" before twisting the handle. The door swung open."Slick, MacGyver," Bridget whispered, patting him on the head. "Remind me to give you a cookie. By Gretchen Mcneil Bridget Matt This Shrugged Thought

We are a dangerous breed, you and I. We are lock pickers. We are dangerous to others and ourselves. It is always a great risk to open a door if you don't know what's behind it. By Zia Haider Rahman Breed Pickers Dangerous Lock Great

Nay, the guest who has escaped from the roof, will think twice before he comes back in by the door. By J.r.r. Tolkien Nay Roof Door Guest Escaped

Gary didn't get up until 11:30, but I managed to squeeze ten minutes alone with him in the kitchen before Chris drove me home. Asked him how things had gone with Samantha.'Not entirely successful.''Told you so.''Might have been better if I hadn't spotted the open balcony door and decided to climb up and sneak in.''You idiot Gary. Bet Samantha freaked out.''Actually, no, she didn't. But the girl whose flat I broke into did. Those balconies all look the same you know.''Oh my God.''Yeah she made quite a fuss. Wouldn't let me explain- just ran out screaming and called the police. Thank God Samantha was next door and heard her. She managed to convince the girl I wasn't a vampire or pervert prowler but an upright citizen who'd made an honest mistake.''Idiot, you mean.'Gary grinned. 'She may have used that term. By Liz Rettig Chris Gary 1130 Home Samantha

I don't know where to go, I stay planted in front of the cardboard chef. I don't need to turn around to know they are watching me through the windows: they are watching my back with surprise and disgust; they thought I was like them, that I was a man, and I deceived them. I suddenly lost the appearance of a man and they saw a crab running backwards out of this human room. Now the unmasked intruder has fled: the show goes on. By Jean-Paul Sartre Chef Stay Planted Front Cardboard

A man who gives himself to be a possession of aliens leads a Yahoo life, having bartered his soul to a brute-master. He is not of them. He may stand against them, persuade himself of a mission, batter and twist them into something which they, of their own accord, would not have been. By T.e. Lawrence Yahoo Life Brutemaster Man Possession

Knock Knock. Who's there? The Truth. No joke. By Stephen Colbert Knock Truth Joke

Forgive us all, for we all have trespasses. By Alan Paton Forgive Trespasses

attack was coming. The By Tom Clancy Attack Coming

If you want to see how far we have not come from the cave and the woods, from the lonely and dangerous days of the prarie or the plain, witness the reaction of a modern suburban family, nearly ready for bed, when the doorbell rings or the door is rattled. They will stop where they stand, or sit bolt upright in their beds, as if a streak of pure lightning has passed through the house. Eyes wide, voices fearful, they will whisper to each other, "There's someone at the door," in a way that might make you believe they have always feared and anticipated this moment - that they have spent their lives being stalked. By Alice Mcdermott Woods Plain Witness Family Rattled

There was no warning, not even a knock. The door flew open, and he forgot his present aches and pains in anticipation of what lay in store. The figure that stood in the door was not that of an enemy. It was worse. It was his mother. By Elizabeth Peters Warning Knock Door Open Store

Who let the dogs in? ... This, we fear, is going to be the question. Who let the dogs in? Who let the dogs in? Who? Who? By Martin Amis Dogs Fear Question

Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Tomorrow Mysterious Unknown Guest

Hello, Paranoia, My Old Friend By Rick Riordan Paranoia Friend

I don't know what I thought I'd find by breaking in here. By David Levithan Thought Find Breaking

Don't say his name. I don't want him in here. I will cut him out. By Salvador Plascencia Cut

Alice?" She spun toward the door, her skirts whirling softly. "Yes?" she forced out. "Do you know what I am holding in my hand?" "No." "Care to guess?" "A pitchfork?" she asked in a stilted attempt at levity, hoping to invoke his earlier, playful mood. "No, my dear," he answered drily. "A key to your room." "What?"she breathed, aghast. "I should hate to have to use it." "You have a key to this room?" "Mm-hmm." She took a step toward the door, panic rising up in her throat. "You're bluffing!" "Do you wish me to prove it? By Gaelen Foley Alice Door Key Room Care

THROUGH THE TRAPDOOR I By J.k. Rowling Trapdoor

I was about to leave when my flashlight caught something. A bright white envelope tacked on the board among the yellowed and faded detritus. It had my name on it in the child's printed hand, which was now familiar to me. I walked over quickly and grabbed it down. Instead of ripping it open, I stuck it inside my jacket. I suddenly had a strong urge to get the hell out of there. But as I moved toward the door, I saw a large dark form pass in front of the side window. There was someone outside. By Lisa Unger Leave Flashlight Caught Detritus Bright

Hop in? Dude, are you out of your ever-loving mind? I can't touch this. I might leave a fingerprint or something. (Nick)Oh the horror. Guess I'll have to trade the piece of junk in and get a new one if that happens. (Acheron) By Sherrilyn Kenyon Hop Dude Nick Acheron Mind

Stop," a woman shouted. Everyone turned to see someone in a power suit and sensible pumps stomping out of the trees toward me. It was not Raquel. Raquel was running after her, swearing rapidly in Spanish and trying to grab Anne-Whatever Whatever."Wow, you are so not invited," I said. By Kiersten White Stop Shouted Wow Woman Raquel

My mother once told me as a child that you can tell who is coming by the mere sound of their footsteps. I remember looking at her incredulously, my short curls bouncing in agreement with my dissent. Yet, upon her departure, I heard in her footsteps the essence of Mom. Ever since, I would know who was approaching down the hall of our home without prior visual identification.And the footsteps I heard at the entrance of the bookstore carried the vague echo of a memory that promised dread. By Gina Marinello-Sweeney Footsteps Mother Told Child Coming

Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? By Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

I was ready to leave with every load, with every worthy individual of respectable appearance hiring a cab; but absolutely nobody invited me, not one; it was as if they had forgotten me, as if I was actually something alien to them! By Fyodor Dostoyevsky Load Cab Ready Leave Worthy

I can let you in, Eva. I'm trying. But your first response when I screw up is to run away. You do it every time and I can't stand feeling like any moment I'm going to do or say something wrong and you're going to bolt. By Sylvia Day Eva Bolt Response Screw Run

Sir? What are you doing?" I asked. "Investigating," Jackaby replied flatly. "Well, you can't just walk into someone's yard unannounced. Besides, doesn't investigating usually involve questioning people?" "I've nothing against people as a general rule, but people don't tend to have the sort of answers I'm looking for." The fence post just above Jackaby's head exploded in a spray of splinters with a resonating BLAM! A woman stood in the open doorway across from him, a plain white apron tied around her waist and a fat-barreled rifle in her hands. "Of course, people do have a way of surprising you from time to time," my employer added. The By William Ritter Sir People Jackaby Investigating Time

Who was the monster, here? By Liesl Shurtliff Monster

I seem to myself, among civilized men, an intruder, a troglodyte enamored of decrepitude, plunged into subversive prayers. By Emile M. Cioran Men Intruder Decrepitude Plunged Prayers

Who's that knocking on my grave and will not let me sleep, a year has one By Edna St. Vincent Millay Sleep Knocking Grave Year

If there's an incursion I don't go out of the house. By Nader Al-Masri House Incursion

him." "I'm not allowed By Sejal Badani Allowed

The perennial outsider with his nose to the window, looking in on a world from which he felt excluded. By Douglas Kennedy Window Excluded Perennial Outsider Nose

The fire alarm went off. Fire engines came racing; we all rushed out on the gravel drive, everyone thinking it was us. In fact, one of the elderly residents of Saltram had left a pan on the oven in her flat. Apparently this happens all the time. The tenant in question is appearing as an extra playing one of the cooks. By Emma Thompson Fire Alarm Saltram Racing Drive

my eye lest I be invaded by By Ivan Doig Eye Invaded

in droves, filling the doorway, By Courtney Milan Droves Filling Doorway

I have to get back there." I said to Adrian. "Into that door."He arched an eyebrow. "What, like sneaking in? How very black ops of you. And oh, you know - dangerous and foolish.""I know." I said, surprised at how calm I sounded as I admitted that. "But I have to know something, and this may be my only chance.""Then I'll go with you in case that guy comes back," he said with a sigh. "Never let it be said Adrian Ivashkov doesn't help damsels in distress. By Richelle Mead Adrian Back Ivashkov Door Eyebrow

She crept up on me. By Suzanne Collins Crept

The man who entered was a stranger. He was young, tall, and something about him suggested violence, though she could not say what it was, because the first trait one grasped about him was a quality of self-control that seemed almost arrogant. By Ayn Rand Stranger Man Entered Tall Young

Yesterday or the day before, while I had been going about my business, quietly and in private, some unknown person - some stranger - had gone to the trouble of marking my name onto this envelope. Who was it who had had his mind's eye on me while I hadn't suspected a thing? By Diane Setterfield Yesterday Business Quietly Private Person

Opportunity knocked. My doorman threw him out. By Adrienne Gusoff Opportunity Knocked Doorman Threw

The subject of an outsider who becomes obsessed. By Wes Anderson Obsessed Subject Outsider

I've always been an outsider; a displaced person. By Siobhan Fahey Outsider Person Displaced

A friend walks in when everyone else walks out. Source Unknown By Millicent Perry Walks Unknown Friend Source

Who I ram strangers my skin. By Sean Kilpatrick Skin Ram Strangers

Silver Avalanche coming up the driveway," calls Jeffrey from upstairs."What are you, security?" I call back. By Cynthia Hand Security Avalanche Jeffrey Silver Driveway

Is that what you think I'm going to do? Snap and kill you?" he asked. "Not me, you won't. I keep mace in my purse. You never know what kind of creep'll be shopping for a house." "Wait ... what?" "Invite By John Corey Whaley Wait Invite Snap Asked Kill

My closet!" hissed the figure. A spiderlike hand darted out and grabbed the doorknob. "My closet! Mine!" And it slammed the door with a bang. By Julie Kagawa Closet Hissed Figure Doorknob Mine

Paranoid Android, By Douglas Adams Android Paranoid

As Jax went to knock on the door, she nearly stopped him. But the opportunity was eliminated as his knocks faded into silence. "Who?" A sleep-hazy voice called. "Your blushing princess," Jax called in a girlish falsetto. "Go away, Jax. By Elise Kova Jax Door Stopped Called Silence

Something was trying to dig its way beneath the wall and into the garage, practically right underneath my butt. I felt a chill of fear, followed swiftly by anger at the thing that had added to already overabundant flow of adrenaline. I clutched my make-shift weapon in hand and moved to crouch over the source of the disturbance, lifting in preparation to strike at whatever came through.I saw it in the dimness, and there was no mistaking the shape. A paw, a huge canine paw, scrabbled at the earth, digging out a shallow hole beneath the wall, frustrated by bits of concrete that got in the way. Between shots, I could hear animal sounds outside, panting whimpers of eagerness, it seemed. Whatever was out there wanted to dig its way inside, and wanted it bad."Dig this," I muttered, and swung the wrench down on the paw, hard. By Jim Butcher Dig Paw Garage Practically Butt

Beau, will you please watch the entrance for us?""What should I do if I see anyone suspicious?""Kick a car," Iain said."Kick a car?""To set off the alarm.""Gotcha," Beau said. "Good thinking. By Kirsten Miller Kick Gotcha Car Beau Iain

There is a whole mythology, a set of rules and issues surrounding a relationship like ours, that sneaks in uninvited. By Jessica Posner Mythology Uninvited Set Rules Issues

Who brings a picnic to a break-in? By Stephanie Tromly Breakin Brings Picnic