Behind Closed Doors Book Novels & Stories

I thought I could protect myself, but could I really? And did I deserve to be protected? If anything, I would follow him to keep my own thoughts at bay. Steeling myself, I followed him through the secret door. The secret room behind it was full of books. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting – we were in a library, after all – but it wasn’t this: a large table in the centre, overflowing with open books, their spines long since cracked; corkboards on the walls, torn pages of books pinned to them; glossy green houseplants reaching up towards the flickering light.

My dad tries to get me to leave the book, but I tell him what the rest of the paragraph said. My dad moves the panel wider open and steps through, and then when I step over the threshold the panel closes behind me and seals itself back up. I jump a little bit, as a bunch of dim lights start to turn on by themselves. The dim lights lead down a small path to another door that seems like it’s locked when dad tries to open it. However as soon as I step closer with the book, 2 circles appear, 1 on the door and another on the back of the book. I line them up with each other and there is a sound of deadbolts unlocking and the door swings open on its own accord.

I couldn’t be more stunned to see it disappear right into the book with no trace of his blood on it before he puts his hand down. The sound of a door creaking catches my attention, and at the same time, there is Garrett who moves back. I suddenly see the supposed shelf folding together as the creaking sound continues. Eventually, the shelf of books has been put aside to reveal a sort of door which had a polished color. I was amazed by the quality of the door which has a lot of inscriptions on it, making me wonder how much work was put into it to make it work. “There goes the second barrier. I have no idea how to crack the code and that is where you come in,” Garrett catches my attention with

"You know? What do you mean by that?" Melinda didn't respond immediately, she pulled another book from the shelf. Instantly, the wall shifted, stone grinding against stone, revealing a narrow door hidden behind it. “What the hell!” Josh gasped at the thick doors, and took a step back, sending Melinda shooting glares, “Mom, I thought we agreed: no secrets!” “I’m sorry, Josh,” she said softly, her face shadowed with remorse. “But this one… was mine to keep.” The door creaked open, and a gust of incense-laden smoke poured out, thick and sweet. Josh coughed, waving the white haze from his face as the scent filled the room.

He says after a beat “The doors close on their own but can be easily opened from inside. I was told the iteneriry is easy to locate as well.” The doors close on their own? What is this, an RPG dungeon? I nod with effort, “Thanks for the warning.” And with that, I turn my back at the doors and take in the illuminated view in front of me. Rows upon rows of bookshelves greet me, as high as the ceiling. From where I stand, I spot a rough stone staircase at one side of the basement and when I go closer, more stairs fill my vision, swallowed by darkness as the go deeper into the ground. Somewhere behind me, metallic doors clang shut.

Perhaps, the heaven was looking out for me finally. As assumed, there was a book. Black cover, golden spine. It was the book. I took it and examined the top. It was a strange book with a foreign languaged title and root-like thingies coiling it from every side. I tried to open it, but they were preventing so. Then it came. The sound of the front door closing. A tremor ran through my heart, and it didn't run away. It held my hands and legs in a clutch. With a shaky hand, I inserted the book inside my dress and pushed the vault door closed. With difficulty, I put the painting back in its place and ran to the door.

She was far from home and she was in unknown territory. Finding what he was looking for, he tilted the book with the title on its spine, To Kill A Mockingbird. A resounding click was heard, and the bookshelves parted into two like the Red Sea to reveal the titanium door with a security pad on the side. Phil punched in the codes in haste, and before you know it, they were inside the secret room.

She took the deepest breath she could before opening the notorious red door to the room of the infamous patient, V-03. Her chest was drumming loudly in nervousness as the door opened. She suddenly recalled everything Mrs. Dapit told her earlier when she went to her office to make her employment at the hospital official.

The door clicks shut behind me, and with it, something else quietly latches closed. Somewhere inside.

"It seems you're finally starting to understand your place. You can go. I need to call my Dam-Dam and tell him about my progress." She waved her hand, dismissing me like a servant. I stood without a word and walked out of the office. The moment the door clicked shut, the mask of the broken girl fell away. What was left was a predator's calm. Cold. Patient. That evening, in the deep twilight, one of Julian's men was waiting. He was crouched among the roses in the garden just below my window, perfectly still. A shadow in the shadows. I went to my vanity and took out a burner SIM card.