Behind Closed Doors Book Novels & Stories

whatever might be behind that door. I tried to peek inside when he opened the door, craning my neck to catch a glimpse of the interior. The space beyond was shrouded in darkness, revealing nothing of its secrets. I exhaled in frustration when the door closed behind him with a soft click. "Well, maybe I care a little about what's inside," I muttered to myself, staring at the secret closed door with renewed determination. However, I almost jumped out of my skin when the room door suddenly burst open without warning.

it closed. From the inside.

After all, not every epiphany deserves forgiveness, right? Then one day, I caught something on TV that sent chills down my spine. The mental hospital I was in was in the news: a scandal broke out. Staff were arrested for a laundry list of horrors: embezzlement, violence, severe patient abuse, and some were even accused of human experimentation, organ trafficking, and murder. The worst of them were facing the death penalty. The memories of pain I buried came flooding back. I took deep breaths, trying to steady my racing heart.

Then another. The door closed behind me. Sealing me inside. Sealing my fate.

With only a split second to make a decision, I turned and raced towards the door, knowing that I couldn’t allow the individual to get away. Opening the door to what I thought was a storage room, I stepped inside, and as the door behind me closed, I quickly realized this was no normal storage room. The stacks of books around me began to disappear, and the light that once filled it turned into complete darkness, as the only light that remained was the red glow from the necklace around my neck.

The heavy metal door closed slowly behind them, sealing away its secrets once more. But within their hearts, another door had opened quietly—a door to the truth that could no longer be shut.

Clarissa's expression turned serious, too, as if she hadn't figured it out either. Right then, the sound of the shop door opening echoed from the front. My mother was back. My heart jumped. I instinctively looked at Clarissa, panic flashing across my face. "Hide for a minute," she whispered quickly. "I'll try to feel your mom out and see why she did this." For some reason, hearing her say that made me feel a little calmer. I nodded and quickly slipped behind the curtain nearby. "Hey, someone's in here and didn't open the door?" my mother called out from the front. "I thought this place was empty."

I was to pretend this affair didn't exist and do nothing to stop them. Something wrapped its arm around my throat. I tore the contract into shreds. Nathaniel had kept the affair a secret for five whole years. That was something I didn't see coming. … It happened one night when I came home—three months had passed since our wedding. The first thing that greeted my eyes was a house turned upside-down. I saw torn clothes, undergarments, and questionable stains all over the ground. I walked into my bedroom. That was where I found Nathaniel in bed, naked with another woman. The scene hit me like a sledgehammer.

I said. “Why? It isn't closing hours yet,” She replied adamantly. “I said we're done,” I replied sternly, then she stood and packed up the files, as she shoved them back into their shelves, picked up her bag and car key, and she walked out, without even saying goodbye. “Rude brat." I cursed under my breath. Confirming she had left, I stood up and walked over to the wall, pressed a button, and the wall divided into two, making way for me to go into my secret lodge.