Then he was going into town, banging on her door.

A moment later, someone was banging on the door itself.

I tried, but the world kept banging on my door.

She banged the door on him and he was left alone.

I got back to the room and banged on the door.

All that banging on the door had been with just her left hand.

Maybe they banged him around a little too hard on the table.

But it was only someone banging on the front door of her house.

He would not have simply banged it on the table, either.

He sat up suddenly, and banged his head on something.