Ding Dooong

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(Translated and arranged by Saya)

One humid summer afternoon, I was taking a nap on the second floor of my house.

Ding Dooong, Ding Dooong...

The doorbell rang. I was the only person at home, and I was too lazy to go downstairs. I ignored it and kept on sleeping.

Ding Dooong, Ding Dooong...
Ding Dooong, Ding Dooong...

But the doorbell continued to ring at regular intervals.

Who could it be? What a nuisance.
I looked out the window and surreptitiously glanced down at the front door.
A woman in white clothes, about 40 years old, and a little girl wearing similar white clothes and a straw hat, were standing there, side by side.

They could be people from some cult religious group trying to recruit new members.
What a bother! But I suppose I could just go down and ask them what they wanted.

I went downstairs and opened the front door, but there was no one outside.

What? They had gone already? And I had come all the way down here to answer them.
I went back upstairs to sleep again.

But then:
Ding Dooong, Ding Dooong...
The doorbell rang again.

I looked out the window. It was the same woman and child again.
What the hell?
I stormed down the stairs.

The doorbell kept ringing at regular intervals even while I was stomping towards the front door.
When I reached the door, I swung it open, fully intending to give them a good piece of my mind.

But there was no one there. The doorbell had been ringing until a moment ago!
There were no hiding places. My house stood at the end of a straight lane and they would still be visible if they had run away.

As I stood there dazed:

Ding Dooong, Ding Dooong...

The doorbell rang again, even though there was no one around to press it!

I shut the door in an instant, locked it, and ran upstairs.
Closing the curtains, I jumped into my bed and lay there trembling.
The doorbell still kept on ringing.
But I no longer had the courage to look out the window to check the front door.

The next morning, my mother woke me up.
"There's a letter for you. It looks like it's from a woman."
She had a silly grin on her face. She apparently found it when she went to the letter box to fetch the newspaper.

There was no writing on the white envelope.
How could she know it was from a woman!

I opened it and saw the following words written in a neat handwriting:

"Something is trying to get inside your house."

That was all that was written there.