Beetlejuice Doorway Novels & Stories

With a satisfying click, the lock gives way, and she turns the handle, allowing the door to swing open. Her heart races as she hesitates, unsure if Julius left a guard inside to watch over whatever lay beyond this door. Cautiously, she scans the darkness before stepping inside. The room is pitch black, and the stench within is overpoweringly strong. The metallic, rotten, and singed odors mix with the scent of bodily fluids and something decomposing, making her stomach churn. Jenny cautiously slid her feet forward, keeping her arms outstretched to navigate the dimly lit room without knocking anything over or injuring herself. Her shirt remained pulled up over her nose, but it offered little r

she asked her voice barely above a whisper Beatrice smirked “Almost there” They stopped in front of a small building with a rusted metal door tucked behind what looked like an abandoned wine bar. A single black security camera blinked Beatrice knocked once, then twice, then once more A buzzer sounded and the door creaked open Inside was dim and smelled faintly of cigarette smoke, the hallway was narrow with flickering overhead lights They walked in silence until they reached a plain wooden door at the end, Beatrice knocked again.

Unlike what Alice thought, there is no cupboard behind the door, only pitch darkness, darkness so dense that no light penetrates through it. Don tried shining his flashlight but the darkness merely swallowed the beam of light. “I wonder what’s in there,” asked Van. He stares at the open doorway expecting some strange creature or a supernatural entity sticking out a clawed hand. “Don’t go there, Van. I don’t reckon it’s safe,” Alice warned. “Looks like it’s some sort of entrance to an abyss,” Cara suggested.

The passage that we used to come to the throne room from the doorway lies in front of me as I stop twisting and twirling. Without thinking twice, I run towards it. The doorway was a circle with a gelatinous substance in the middle. An unearthly glow surrounds it, shining like a beacon beckoning me to come towards it, to cross it so I could escape the devil. “No, Callista,” Qaetanya says, using my moment of weakness to break past my restraint. “It’s useless.” But I don’t listen to her. Instead, I run to find the doorway. And I keeping running.

The floor was slick, wheels screeching as they turned. “The laundry chute!” David pointed at a big metal door in the wall. “It’s a giant slide for dirty laundry. It goes straight to the basement. There’s a van down there!” “What about Leo?” Julian’s voice shook with worry. “He’s too little. He can’t go down a metal slide!” “There’s a small elevator next to it,” Maya said, breathless, chest burning. “Julian, take Leo in the elevator. Dad and I will hit the chute to throw them off. They’ll hear us and follow!”

”Come now, the party starts in an hour and we still have to set up the bounce houses for the pups. I followed Gloria to the basement where we were greeted by Pierce and Jared. “I have no idea where those bounce houses are.” Pierce said scratching his head. Gloria laughed and walked over to a door that leads into a completely concrete room. “Did you even check this room?” Gloria said opening the door pointing at the bounce houses in their giant boxes. I covered my mouth to suppress my laugh when Pierce looked embarrassed. Jared shook his head in disbelief. “I didn’t even know that door existed.” Jared whispered to me.

"Almost there. The cottage exit is just ahead." Beverly could see it now. A wooden door, identical to the one in the wine cellar. Diro reached it first, set down the duffel bag, and yanked at the handle. It did not move. "What—" Diro pulled harder. "It is stuck." "Let me." Maurice moved forward, adding his weight to Diro's. The door groaned but held fast. Years of moisture had swollen the wood, wedging it tight in its frame. The footsteps behind them were getting closer. Beverly could see the flashlight beams now, reflecting off the wet tunnel walls. Maybe thirty seconds behind them. Maybe less.

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Before I could react, the wall started to close on me. Before It closed completely I saw how Joyce’s neck was snapped by an invisible force and her body slammed into the wall before me. With tears streaming down my face, I descended the stairs. I kept going down as Joyce instructed. Every so often I looked back to see if someone was following me. The descent might have taken me five minutes, but it felt like a lifetime to get to the bottom of the stairs. I found myself standing in front of the big wooden door. It was a massive door with carvings in it, like a picture. A man in a cloak with one foot on a small mountain of skulls, looking down on a river.

Literally. I open my eyes to the surrounding darkness—three spotlights come on, illuminating one unique door each. On the left stands one made of stone, intricate designs carved in its rusted metallic frame. A light blue one stands with snow covering its edges and pilling at the bottom to the right. The one I face, the middle door, is made of dark brown wood with little glass windows all around, providing an insight into what's behind it—green vegetation dancing with the wind, possibly a forest. Claw marks are imprinted in its center.