write a story which starts with "the doorbell rang, i answered the intercom and from inside the intercom i heard the upset voice of my brother" complete the story
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Doorbell – A Short Story
Prologue of Doorbell
Anshi woke up in her basement. She was lying there on the floor. Convinced she had been sleepwalking again, eyes still shut, she clambered towards her room. When she found her bed she dug herself into it. She was snoring in no time.
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It was 7 AM in the morning when the doorbell rang.
Ting Tong.
That irritating resonating voice of the door was always more punishing than the easy-to-reach alarm on the nearby desk. Anshi just loved to sleep, and she hated it when someone woke her up.
A second ring and she was up on her feet, rather reluctantly.
Ting Tong. Ting Tong.
She knew it was the milkman. Eyes half shut she reached out for the door holding a utensil in her hand. But when she opened the door, there was nobody there. She shut it and returned back to her bed.
It was hardly a minute later when the doorbell rang again.
Ting Tong.
She reached for the door yet again, didn’t find anybody, so she peeked out into the corridor. Left then right. No one was there.
She went back to her bed again.
The Little Girl
When she was about to wake up, it was there yet again. The doorbell and its intrusive ting tong.
She walked up to the door this time convinced somebody was poking fun at her and opened the door mad as hell. She went left then right, then all the way up to the stairs to check. But there was no sign of anyone. She descended the stairs a little to find a small girl holding on tightly to the railing lost in her thoughts.
“Did you ring the doorbell?”
The poor girl stared at her blankly. Realizing she was too short to reach the doorbell, Anshi went back to her room again. But she didn’t go to sleep. She was convinced she would catch the culprit red-handed. So she grabbed a club and stood right at the door, waiting for the doorbell to ring again.
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Static
Clouds of doubt and horror began filling her head up. She thought about calling her parents. They had gone to visit her aunt in Darjeeling. It was supposed to be their quite vacation time. She didn’t want to disturb them, of course, but this doorbell was giving her the chills.
She reached out for her phone. But there was no signal there. She went to the landline and picked up the receiver to call her father who was always on speed dial. But to her surprise even the phone was dead. She switched on the TV but found it static so switched it off again.
Then there that was again.
Ting Tong.
Loud as ever.
She was terrified now. She opened the door to no one. Then remained outside for some time then turned her attention to the shoddy doorbell. She pressed the button herself, and the loud reverberation consumed the whole floor. It seemed to be working fine. She pressed it again, and again. But the doorbell seemed pretty okay.
At about 7 AM in the morning, the doorbell rang. Shikha took the utensil from the kitchen because she knew it was the Milkman. The doorbell rang again.
She shut the door and came back to the bed. There was a ring again, and she woke up cursing how her husband wouldn’t even bother budge.
It was the newspaper guy asking for month’s due. She took care of it paying him, and then returned to the bed. Mahesh Suri’s sleep was already spoiled so he decided to go take a walk. It was a daily routine for him to go jogging in the nearby park.
Returning from Morning Walk
He returned an hour later as Shikha opened the door to greet him with the morning tea and the newspaper. Mahesh looked a tad upset. He told her that someone in the park told him about Mishra’s little girl. She had been missing for the past four days, and there’s still no news.
“I will go see him. It doesn’t feel right. Everybody in the building must have visited him.”