Bajo La Puerta De Los Susurros Novels & Stories

I pressed myself against the door, sweating profusely. "If you're going to continue behaving this way, I'll call the cops!" I yelled The movement stopped, and there was dead silence. A long time later, I heard a sigh, just like the one I heard in my earphones last night. "What a pity. It's not fully ripe yet." I heard footsteps, but not of leather shoes tapping against the tiled floors. It felt like wet and sloppy, like bare feet against the mud. I slumped to the ground, staring at the crack beneath the door. Water slowly seeped in, and in the water, tiny threadlike shapes writhed like worms.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

"Some people are just dumb like that. They don't cherish what they have until it's gone." Unbothered, I looked down at Shawn. "Your friends are watching. Keep some dignity. I'm out. My daughter's waiting." I stepped over him, but he scrambled to his feet, grabbing my wrist just as I reached the door.

He asked, "Remember this? At Harrowell Library, you were reading by the window. The sun was shining on you, and I thought there wouldn't be anyone in the world as beautiful as you." I snapped the box shut. "The past is the past." "I can't let it go. I just can't," he said, all serious. Rain poured down in Hudson City that night. I figured he would leave, but then security called me way past midnight. "Ms. Douglas, Mr. Carter's still downstairs." I peeked out the window, and there he was—standing in the rain, stubborn as ever. "Let him in." I sighed. He was soaked through when he stood at my door, looking like a total mess.

Lucien’s lips parted, and he whispered a name to the night, soft as a benediction, sharper than a vow. “Sleep well, little secret.” And somewhere inside the packhouse a door, long forgotten and rarely used, shifted under a careful hand—and the quiet breath of an intruder bent forward into a house that slept on the edge of ruin.

Set the remote down and left the disk playing on a loop. The sound of Tessa’s broken moans drifted faintly into the hallway as the door clicked shut behind her. “Very well,” she said, intertwining her fingers. “This should be easy.”

I saw Adrian, still crouched in a corner, watching us in misery. He followed us all the way to a villa district but couldn't enter. From a distance, he stared at our windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of me forgiving him. Late that night, Caleb turned off the lights. As our shadows slowly collapsed onto the bed together, I heard a deafening roar. Caleb covered my ears and pressed his lips against mine in frustration. "Darling, focus. Don't listen to those barking dogs." I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love.

The buzzing of the flies, the hum of the refrigerator units, the traffic—it all died. The brick wall behind them—the dead end—dissolved. In its place stood a rectangle of absolute darkness, seven feet tall. It cut through the reality of the alley like a surgical incision. It was a Door. The frame shimmered with a pulsing, violet light. The center was a swirling vortex of black, but deep within, stars spun in a bottomless void. It hummed with a violent, agitated energy, reacting to the raw emotion in the alley—the fear, the hate, and the crushing weight of the betrayal.

I really hope they were not close because- I’d just leave it at that. I looked up at Graham “let’s go down there” I said. My eyes were dark and my gums were tingling with my canines threatening to elongate… I had to hold it in for now. Graham nodded “yes” The cellar was dimly lit, damp, and cold—the kind of place that swallowed sound and made men shiver long before fear touched them… some said that it was a nightmare, hell if you’d like to call it.

"Remember that feeling, 'Nothing.'" That night, sleep never came easily. Umbra refused to lie down, remaining before the wooden door of her small chamber with his ears raised and every muscle tense. Several times Nysera whispered his name, but he never looked away from the corridor beyond. ​Outside, the wind fell strangely still. The distant growls of the beasts beneath the temple faded into silence, and even the ever-burning soul-braziers seemed to flicker lower than usual. Then, a lone caw pierced the darkness—the same ancient, heavy sound from the courtyard.