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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?
Whose house is that, Constable?
Welcome, thou kind deceiver!
Thou best of thieves: who, with an easy key,
Dost open life, and, unperceived by us,
Even steal us from ourselves.
Allow me to introduce myself. I am Enrico Manuel Alejandro Stephan Montebello, and you are trespassing on my land.
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.
steps outside the front door when her
outsider. You do what you want, say what you want, and move on when you've worn out your welcome.
The question of the stranger in a society which estranges everybody from it
while forcing everybody to assimilate their own alienation
takes cover under dubious and sinister masks.
You got no right being in my head. That's..trespassing
[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.
A rumble gurgled through the space between them.
"Was that you?"
She looked down. "Was that me?"
"That noise. It sounded like a growl."
Well according to you, I am a ferocious car burglar.
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.
Inquisitiveness is an uncomely guest.
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.
a creature of impulse.
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.
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.
There are sneaking,
creeping, crumpling
noises coming from
inside the walls.
I seem to myself, as in a dream,
An accidental guest in this dreadful body.
I'd appreciate a phone call before you try to break into my office again-Matthew Carter
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
New exit, new entry!
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)
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.
Only bad shepherds use entrances other than the door. Didn't your mother teach you anything?"
"Yes, she did. That you're a troublemaker.
Once more into the breach
I prefer sneaking in the back door.
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.
Door. Fucker hit me with the bedroom door!
O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself.
SNEAK AROUND IN LIFE
NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TIP TOE
THE SPIRITUAL WOOD FLOORS CREAK
LOUDER AND LOUDER NO MATTER HOW HARD
YOU TRY SNEAK IN SILENCE.
THAT'S WHEN YOU REALIZE ...
"SNEAKING IS NOISY"
AND S.I.N IS LOUD!!!!
Preston," Julian's hoarse voice said from under one of the pillows. "Please kill me," he requested miserably.
"I'm sorry, sir, but that will have to wait. You have a visitor,
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.
[Slipped beneath the minnow Pea front door]
Nollopton
Monty No-way 6
Insane woman named Ella:
Retreat is what we want. Go away. Let we alone.
Anonymess
Nay, the guest who has escaped from the roof, will think twice before he comes back in by the door.
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.
Knock Knock. Who's there? The Truth. No joke.
Forgive us all, for we all have trespasses.
attack was coming. The
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.
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?
Tomorrow is the mysterious, unknown guest.
Hello, Paranoia, My Old Friend
I don't know what I thought I'd find by breaking in here.
Don't say his name. I don't want him in here. I will cut him out.
Each time this identity announces itself, someone or something cries: Look out for the trap, youre caught. Take off, get free, disengage yourself.
THROUGH THE TRAPDOOR I
Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come?
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!
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.
Who was the monster, here?
I seem to myself, among civilized men, an intruder, a troglodyte enamored of decrepitude, plunged into subversive prayers.
Who's that knocking on my grave and will not let me sleep, a year has one
If there's an incursion I don't go out of the house.
him." "I'm not allowed
The perennial outsider with his nose to the window, looking in on a world from which he felt excluded.
in droves, filling the doorway,
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.
She crept up on me.
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.
Kyle, open up. What kind of weirdo locks his bedroom door anyway?"
"The kind that has jerks staying over who steal girlfriends."
I pressed my fingers into my eyes and took a deep breath as the pain in back and legs got a little worse. "She wasn't your girlfriend."
"Irrelevant!" he yelled.
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?
Opportunity knocked. My doorman threw him out.
I've always been an outsider; a displaced person.
A friend walks in when everyone else walks out. Source Unknown
interruption or a keep-behind-a-closed-door
Are you sleepwalking?' A voice asked behind me.
"I was testing dorm security," I said. "It sucks.
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
Silver Avalanche coming up the driveway," calls Jeffrey from upstairs.
"What are you, security?" I call back.
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.
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.
Who brings a picnic to a break-in?
Uninvited guests are often most welcome when they leave
Anyone who watches even the slightest amount of TV is familiar with the scene: An agent knocks on the door of some seemingly ordinary home or office. The door opens, and the person holding the knob is asked to identify himself. The agent then says, I'm going to ask you to come with me.
Madame Maxime entered
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.
i am a kidnapper
Alex leaned close, pushing past repugnance and fear, to hear a wet, gurgling voice say, Who the hell are you?
PLEASE DO NOT ENTER WITHOUT KNOCKING.
PLEASE DO NOT KNOCK.
Only cops and vampires have to have an invitation to enter.
Some people can sometimes really invade your space and kind of never leave you alone.
Basher shook his head. "No, we climbed in through a ground-floor guest bedroom all ninja-like. Snuck up the back stairs."
"Then you might be the cavalry," said Tom, "but I'm Santa Claus. Let's go downstairs and open some presents.
Shut up, sod off, and let me in. (Fury)
I came alone and I go as a stranger. I do not know who I am, nor what I have been doing.
Zack Holloway stood at the doorway. He willed his legs to move, to carry himself away from the mess of blood and his professor's entrails in front of him. But he just, couldn't, budge.
Encroach, v.
The first three nights we spent together, I couldn't sleep. I wasn't used to your breathing, your feet on my legs, your weight in my bed. In truth, I still sleep better when I'm alone. But now I allow that sleep isn't always the most important thing.
She walked to the door in her fucking underwear, and opened it a crack before turning and sprinting into her bedroom, leaving me to greet the intruders. What in the actual fuck.
Instinctively, I shoved my arm into the void in front of my face and backed up. I heard heavy breathing, a soft grunt, and then I was roughly thrown aside. As the footsteps retreated, I tried to see who it was, but it was too dark.
I am a stranger. I come in peace. Take me to your leader and there will be a massive reward for you in eternity.
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.
Who are you when no one is watching?
So what building are we breaking into? Give me all the information you've got and I'll hunt down the rest. By the way, when are we doing this?"
I glanced up. "Tonight."
Tonight? Oh, boy ... Miracles 'R' Us. I assume that we're not going to go and ask permission for this.
attempt to escape,
I'm a perpetrator!
Who had you walking around?
What is the knocking? What is the knocking at the door in the night? It is somebody who wants to do us harm. No, no, it is the three strange angels. Admit them, admit them.
All I want is to enter my house justified,
a misbegotten cockwaffle.
I'll leave the door unlocked. Be sure to ring the doorbell before you climb in through the window.
You don't have to get out. I know how to let myself in," she said.
"I'll get you at the door and walk you to it when I return you. It's part of my job, woman," he said.
Her temper flared. "Don't you ever call me woman. I'm not backwoods white trash. I have a name and don't you forget it.