Beetlejuice Doorway Novels & Stories

Door 4 Jasmine and Damon ripped into theirs next. “I keep keys though I have no door, my face is blank, but I watch your floor.” Damon squinted. “Piano keys?” Jasmine groaned. “That doesn’t even make sense.” But the door swung open anyway. They exchanged a look, shrugged, and jumped in celebration before being escorted back. Door 1

"But first, let's get inside." I took a deep breath and stepped through the door, my flashlight shining into the darkness. Jane and Jake followed right behind me, their flashlights scanning the room. The room was filled with boxes, and old equipment covered in dust. The smell was like a mix of chemicals and dirt. We could still hear the strange noises, moving around inside. We walked further into the room, and that’s when we saw it. There was a door at the back of the room, and it was slightly open. We walked up to the door and looked through the gap. That’s when I saw Jeffrey.

“I’m in the corridor.” “What corridor?” Leah asks. “His. Ghost’s,” Jason says. “Metal walls. Fluorescent buzz. Scuffed floor. Training base. There’s a door with no handle.” “Ask it to open,” Leah says. “Doors don’t listen,” Ben says. “They do here,” Leah says. “Try it.” “Open,” Jason says. The door slides. “Told you,” Leah says, voice softer now. “Go slow.” “No time,” Jason says. “We have one shot.”

The next morning, when I went to their hotel to say goodbye before going back to the Manor, Hugo gave me a small wooden crate wrapped in a delicate white cloth. “If push comes to shove, and your Kujo can’t keep them at bay, you will need to seal the access doors to the building.” “Only the doors? Cause those buildings have a zillion windows, too. Not to mention half the roof is gone.” “Only the doors to access it from the outside, including those tunnels you told me about. You’ll find all you need to do it in this box, along with the specific prayer to achieve it.” He winked at me, smiling. “No dark entity will dare to mess with the kind of light you would summon.” He left the crate in my ha

Another chamber door opened and they walked into a lanky, radiantly lit corridor with a shiny stone floor and immaculate golden and silver walls. The corridor was vacant but not quiet. The magical lights hummed and the ventilation overhead whirled from the small window-like opening. Tommy was surprised because it looked like a modern air conditioner. Looking thoroughly, he stepped to survey what it was, but then to his amazement, it wasn't a window. It was a triangular panel with a block of ice that didn't melt or maybe with the help of magic he guessed. On the side was a small apple-like bee creature flapping its wings. "Wow! I did not see that coming."

Julie's eyes turned red and she glared at the door. I dusted myself off and frowned at my nemesis; the door. I walked up to the door again and then chuckled. It was completely silver but painted to look like wood. A master artist had done this. I removed my sunglasses to examine my burned fingers. Seared onto the flesh of my middle finger was a tiny little crucifix. I showed it to Julie, and she hissed and shielded her eyes. I looked at the door closely. A slow smile spread across my face. Millions of teeny crucifixes were hidden in the painted grains of the metal door. Very H.P. Lovecraft.

She swayed up on the tips of her toes, before being pushed aside from behind. "I'd better escort the Halfling, you two half-wits obviously can't be trusted." Beckett hauled her toward the sithen doorway by her arm. The rest followed, and Jayce pushed to the front of the group, pressing his hand to the doorway. Magick flared across the whole hill and the door dissolved into a yawning pit. Steps leading down into the darkness greeted them.

I begin. “On it,” he says, but he is twenty paces and too many bodies away, busy with being godparent in a world that keeps trying to practice bad gods. My father follows my mother because he always does when the choice is between her and us. Josie grabs dad’s sleeve, laughing with fox-dust flares around their ankles and a bead kisses the ground and smokes. “Door,” Becky warns, and the hinge at the end of the bridge tries to smile. She slaps it from her computer and it squeals like an insulted rat. Elder Max’s rod bites stone and the seam falters.

I tell my men while I do the same, following the one I found. We all end up in the same spot. The marks disappear under the dusty carpet, in the room, at the end of the dark corridor. There is blood on the carpet, too We all back off while two of my men lift the carpet and roll it over. There’s a square-shaped secret door, leading to the basement. Jade leans forward and grazes her fingers over the iron bolt. “Move,” I tell her and she shuffles back without question. My hands are shaking when I reach for the clasp. I hesitate.

“And yes, I know I’m jinxing us. I’m doing it on purpose.” “You know I don’t believe in jinxes.” Lucas tears another boarded door off the wall as if it was nothing at all. He drops it to the ground and dust flies up in the air. I wave my hand in my face and cough. Stepping through the doorway, we find a staircase. We’re halfway up when something clatters above us.