Behind Closed Doors Book Summary Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

The closest doors really do hold the biggest secrets. I drew the hood and covered my face with the dark robe I had found under the drawer. With each step, the words written on the leather-bound ledger filled with faded gold ink appeared in my head. Pack Registry: Contract Terminations and Fatalities. The weight of the book and the secrets it held seemed to be equal in their own context. They were both too heavy to be held and owned by one person. As I struggled to be unseen in the hallways, a young maid approached, her arms laden with fresh linens. She happened to be the shy maid who had that encouraging smile.

My pulse quickened each time I passed a closed door, half-expecting someone to step out and catch me in my midnight excursion. The double doors loomed before me like the gates to some forbidden realm. Slowly, I pushed one open, wincing at the groan of the hinges. Peeking inside, I let out a sigh of relief when I saw it was empty. The dim moonlight streaming through the tall windows gave the room an ethereal glow, highlighting the towering bookshelves that seemed to stretch endlessly. Closing the door softly behind me, I moved deeper into the room. My fingers brushed against the spines of countless books as I walked along the shelves. Somewhere in here, there had to be a clue, a record, anyth

“I told you to leave me alone. If you don’t, I’ll call security.” Around me, I hear door handles rattling. Jiggling, as if the occupants are standing on the other side listening to the exchange. But none come to help me, not that I particularly need their help. I can handle myself. Greaser Boy grabs at me again, but before his fingers can bury themselves in anything personal, or he’s able to get a good grip, a man’s voice belts out from behind. It’s strong but tender. Booming, but with the edge of feathers or sunlight.

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.

Curiosity took me out of the cell and I trailed behind the Warden, my chest hammering against my chest, audible in my ear as my thoughts about who the visitor could be made tension rose in my heart. Getting to the door of the visiting room, the warden stepped aside while I stood before the door with a drumming heart. Slowly, I raised my hand and reached the door handle. Click! I twisted it and the door gave way before I pushed it further, revealing a spacious room with just a table and two chairs. Seated on one of the chairs is a man who has dark hair, backing me. I gulped hard and took a step into the room, closing the door behind.

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

Straightening up, I stretched out my cramped muscles before turning towards the door. Seeing that the door is closed, I lower my arms to my side and take a tentative step toward it. Granny Maeve had left the door open earlier when we arrived. Why would they suddenly close the door now? ‘Echo… I know that a lot of meeting rooms are set up so as to be able to be locked during the meeting to prevent someone from barging in unexpectedly. But why is it locked right now, and who locked it?’ Tala’s cautious voice played through my mind several times before I understood what she meant. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself to dash to the door, unlock it, and get out of this house as quickly as I c

Stopping her pacing, Althea turns to us, “Come with me, I want to show you something. It’s time.” There was still so much I wanted to ask and craved to know. Tawny and I followed her as she led us to the back of the room and pulled at a book from a bookcase that covered the entirety of the wall. The book fell back into its place, a loud creek and groan came from the bookcase and a puff of air sounded as the bookcase opened and revealed a hidden door. “That’s some neat shit,” Tawny whispered up at me. And I had to agree, it was pretty cool. I would never have known the hidden doorway existed, even if I was looking for it.

As soon as they turned and left the room, the book closes back by itself, and the book cover reads; 'THE BOOK OF SHADOWS' and then the book disappears. . . .++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Hope you guys enjoyed this episode. Don't forget to vote, comment, and follow to gain more updates. Love you guys #kisses❣️