Beetlejuice Doorway Novels & Stories

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."

“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.

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.

Beatrice suddenly came upstairs. The door wasn’t locked, and she opened the door and came in in one fell swoop. Then, the words that followed slowly trailed off, and Beatrice couldn’t even hear her own words anymore… However, her eyes were wide and round, and she could see everything clearly. Dorothy waved her hand in the midst of her being occupied. Beatrice felt herself moved by a strange force, spinning through the air and falling outside the door. The room door closed with a soft bang, and a ‘click’ was heard soon after. The door had been automatically locked.

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.

Dumping ice nuggets into a tall glass, I top it with water, squirting a healthy amount of lemon juice into it. As I stand there, my eyes find the basement door. It’s unsuspecting. Stained wood, the same deep mahogany as every other door in the house. Plucking my headphones from the case, I tuck them into my ears, blaring music to drown out the sounds. Cool liquid glides down my throat, coating my tumultuous stomach. That familiar thrill seeps into my bones the longer I stare at that door, and it doesn’t take long for me to find myself descending into the darkness with my laptop tucked beneath my arm.

The Door is entirely surrounded with mountain ash but when they never knew is that it will take more than Mountain ash to pull Jace down. Jace once again charged with full force against the door, His eyes glowed greenishly and his Muscles expanded... The Mountain ash tried repelling him but it proved abortive and Jace successfully broke the door completely and He made his way out of the Room. " What is this place " Jace asked himself in shock.

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.

"She's dead as soon as she opens the door for them! Paolo will snatch everything he sees, Quinto will throw open all the windows to attract the zombies, and Marco will force her into giving up her supplies at knife point!" "And when they eventually kill her dog in the end, that good-for-nothing Valerio will still be too damn scared to even make a peep!" However, if I didn't open the door for them, all four of them would die outside my door. "Gemma Barletta!" Valerio pounded on the door again. "The zombies are right outside! You heard them! Hurry up and open the door!" Paolo also threw his weight against the door, making the door shake and rattle even more loudly than before.