Beetlejuice Doorway Novels & Stories

The double-door is actually just a revolving door, leading nowhere but back inside the arena, which was kind of peculiar. “Is this your own version of strolling around, Zayden? Literally around the same spot.” Andrik sarcastically remarked. “Don’t get smart with me, Andrik. I still feel like drowning you because of what you did during that water game.” Zayden threatened as he leaned on the wall far next to the double door. “I’d be pleased to see you try.” Andrik responded and leaned on the wall next to Zayden but with enough distance.

Kale asked appearing onto the scene. “Never mind let us start with the training,” Leila said walking. They followed her as she led them to another part of the backyard. She stood in front of a big wooden door. The door was moisturizing and poisonous mushrooms were growing on it. Moss covered the top part of the door. Weeds and stray flowers were growing on the door. The wall itself was almost covered up by grass and flowers. There were dead and rusted leaves on the floor. Walking on the leaves let out a rustling sound. She took the handle of the door and opened it. Darkness was the only thing they saw in the narrow hallway. They had no idea where she was taking them but Justin suspected she

The sun-kissed cherry wood door shone with a warm glow from beyond its threshold and called to me, beckoning. My heart fluttered when I saw Becca standing beside Noah outside the door, waiting for me to open it. I fiddled with the key nervously before pushing it into the lock and turning. My memory failed me on this occasion of my average-looking brown dorm room so I was unprepared for the sight that met my eyes. The carpenter's dream living room stretched before me through the doorway, my mind was completely blown away.

And just like that — the moment’s gone. My knees ache. My brain buzzes. I hate how calm I feel. Like for once, I’m not spinning in six directions at once. I hate that I like it. Lucien walks to the side wall and presses another button. A doorway appears — hidden behind a pane of mirrored glass. “Your room is down this hall. Third door.” I scramble to my feet, cheeks flushed, voice dry. “That’s it? I just… go?” He glances over his shoulder. “Unless you want to sleep on the floor.”

The elevator's door opened to a bright open space, transparent glass door giving view to well furnished offices. The door to the entrance was secured with a passcode and Becky froze in concern. There was no one in clear sight, so her chance of entering depended solely on her next choice of action. What to do? What to do? She bit her finger in frustration, wondering who to call. Then just out of sheer luck, she saw a young slender and tall man sight her and walked forward towards the door. She too made her way to meet him at the entrance.

Somewhere above the uproar, Hesper bellowed for a healer with enough force to shake dust from the rafters. As Wulstan caught my weight, I forced my head around and searched for the twelfth cord. It was still there. It extended from a woman standing perfectly motionless beside the eastern doors and plunged straight down through the flagstones. The tether had not so much as trembled while I emptied the room. “Beatrice,” I breathed. She did not look at me. She stared at the floor beneath her boots, her face slack and patient and terrifyingly unfamiliar. Four hundred feet below us, something vast shifted in the dark. After four centuries of silence, the second Door began to open.

When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.

“Let me go get my stuff. I will have it here, regardless. I think they are probably on their way. Your information won’t be hard to get, so it would be the only place I could go to ground quickly, or so they think.” “You always had a backup plan to a backup plan.” She said, shaking her head. She went with him to the bedroom and picked up the other bags he had and brought them into the small room. He looked around and nodded to her. As he got a little closer to her, the doorbell went off. “Go to it and don’t act like anything weird happened if it is them.”

We adjusted ourselves, getting ready, and in no time, a beep sound erupted. "Let's go," Deigo commands. We all begin to trot towards a particular hallway, which leads to the stairs we would be using. Along the way, Brabra joins us, already changed back into a different outfit. "It's here," Deigo informed us immediately as we got to some type of blue-designed door. "Hope everyone is prepared?" he stated, not questioning, We are about to go in, now!" With that announced, he hit the door open, making it fall down at a goal with a loud bang.

I didn’t want to think about what would happen if the light died. We reached a door. It was unlike the others I’d seen. This one was metal, rusted in thick, angry veins. No knob. Just a handle like a lever, wrapped in peeling black tape. Beverly looked at me. I took a breath, wrapped my hand around the lever, and pulled. The door screamed open. What lay beyond was colder. Colder than outside. Colder than anything made sense to be. We stepped inside a room that felt too big for the house. The ceiling arched impossibly high, lost in darkness. The walls were lined with shelves—hundreds of them—filled with cassettes.