Beetlejuice Doorway Novels & Stories

I saw him going to a small unobvious door beside his table. He looked back at me and whispered, “Come on.” Though I was still confused and scared, I went to follow him. He started to unlock the door with a long rusty key. I started to feel terrified when he opened the door and a stinky smell of molds and rust welcomed us. I ducked as I entered the portal for the doorway was just about four feet low and a meter wide. It was so dark inside so I took my phone and turned on the flashlight. There were thick threads of spider web and the dust all over the place was irritating my nose. The dirt on the creaking floor was sandy, you could write doodles on it! The space was claustrophobic and I starte

It stood upright, a towering rectangle of shimmering, violet liquid. It flattened. It solidified. It became two-dimensional. It became a Door. The battlefield fell silent. Germans and villagers alike froze, staring at the impossible sight. Inside the portal, Mwajuma was suspended, frozen in her fall. Her eyes were open, wide with terror, looking out at her brother. She reached a hand toward the surface, banging against the liquid glass. She was trapped between worlds. “Ressi…” her voice echoed, not in the air, but in the minds of everyone present.

I hugged Bella tightly, blowing on the wound on her knee even though I knew it wouldn't heal it. David looked back. The small cave had a glowing door behind it. David was transfixed. The light didn't come from a lamp or fire, but a soft bluish-white glow bright enough to illuminate Bella’s pale face. The door looked as if it were made of condensed air, vibrating gently like ripples on a calm lake. Outside, the creature's growl grew lower, as if it were arguing with the old man. The foul stench still lingered, contrasting with the cool air and the scent of fresh earth that suddenly wafted from the glowing door.

The friend raised his eyebrows and replied: "I'm just going to have fun with you." It's time for you two to find a manager and lead you to the hallway. The scene in front of them was three or four men crouched on the ice-cold floor. Jane was leaning against the wall playing with a lighter next to him was a girl who looked also pretty but relatively immature. Suppressing their curiosity, they called for an hour. "Mr. Jane." Jane heard the new call to look up, seeing who they had come to collect the lighter indifferently replied:

The hallway behind the door was not too long and only had a closed entrance on the left side, which we did not touch. In the end, the door was no longer wooden, let alone black. It was a thick iron doorway with a security code on the side. Darwin wrote down the number, shielding it from my eyes as he stood between me and the pack, until with an electronic sound the lead-gray door gave way. The younger brother stood in the doorway and beckoned us in. Fito tapped the wall to the right on the inside and several LED lights came on, illuminating everything. «Oww... Wtf» I thought.

Alice also smiled at Leanor. Eventually, as they turned their attention towards Leanor, both individuals nodded simultaneously. Placing their hands inside a brown door situated in the right corner, they pressed it onto the green dot and uttered the phrase "dining hall 1, password: Sour Cameo" in unison. In an instant, the two of them, along with the door, shrank and vanished without a trace. Sighing deeply, Leanor raised her hand to place on the door, but just then, sound of steps reverberated.

All these stories of planes going down and coming up missing has made me become this way. "Babe let's look at the rest of the house and find our way to bed." David said quickly and loudly. As we made our way out of the dining room into a small short hallway I noticed a door off to the left. Before I got a chance to see what was behind door number one David beat me to it. Slowly opening the door and flicking on the light switch I got a peek. It was a little tiny half bath. So beautifully decorated a nice baby blue with floral printed towels and matching curtains. And the floor was such a beautiful hand tiled floor with white and blue stone tiles you could tell it was delicately laid out.

Now he was gone, and I never f*cking had the chance again because I f*cking stalled like a coward. My sobs echoed through the room as I sobbed for what felt like an eternity till I dozed off against the door. ~•~•~• I jerked as the bulb I didn't know existed suddenly flickered on, and I crinkled my nose at how messed up the room was. I think I preferred it with the light off. "Sh*t!" I gasped as the door was suddenly shoved forward, almost knocking my face to the ground. "What the f*ck? Why is the door jammed?" Beatrice hissed, shoving the door forward again.

“This is… this is a haunted house. Do you think there are ghosts here?” My boys seemed excited rather than terrified like the girls. “There’s one way to know whether it’s the Beast or Uncle Fester lives there,” Bethany joked, unlocking the car. I took a deep breath, freed myself from the seatbelt, and exited the car. Without my cue, Rosie opened the seven-seater vehicle and followed me. I halted abruptly, hearing Isabella scream again at the creaking sound of the door. I looked over my shoulder to see what it was about, then turned my head immediately to the main door again when I heard a squeal.

She pointed to the left to show me where the door to the basement was. I was already walking but I paused for a second to thank her. I opened the big door and went downstairs to the basement. It was a little dark but I could still see some lights. I counted the door and when I was in front of the fifth one, I took a deep breath while holding the doorknob before slowly going in. "I told you to stop opening the door, Jace. It hurts my ears—Ivy?" "Z-Zion."