Behind Closed Doors Review Novels & Stories

I shook off her hand and stood firm. Mom opened her mouth to scold me, but Uncle Jackson's sarcastic voice came from behind her. "Grace, it looks like your daughter's really got some guts now. She doesn't even listen to you anymore. What a pathetic life you're living." Hearing this, Mom's face turned red. She was clearly displeased that I embarrassed her in front of Uncle Jackson's family. She raised her voice and threatened, "Go and get the property deed right now!" I felt deeply resentful when I saw how she only cared about outsiders instead of me. "I don't have the deed. The apartment has already been sold. I'm just living here as a tenant now."

Guard Mali said. "...My friends are still out there. You can't close the gate leaving them to die out there?!" Abdaal angrily said to the guards. "There is no one here that can save your friends from that monster. If we wait for your friends to reach the gate then we would have no time to close it before that monster reaches us." Guard Cecil replied. "You, get your pal inside now!" Cecil added. As the gate was about to be closed, the reinforcements from the main force came shortly after. Soldiers came and many of them took their position on top of the wall and started pointing their weapons towards the monster.

Then we both turned at the same moment because we had noticed the same thing. Tom's door. Open. Tom was standing in the corridor, dripping, looking at us with an expression that said he had heard enough to understand the shape of the conversation even if not the specific words. And behind him. Door seven. Sarah's door. Still closed. Still sealed. The drain light above it was green, which meant the chamber had completed its cycle. Every door with a green light had opened—every door except hers. Garrett moved first. He hit the door with his shoulder before I could speak.

He looked down at where my hand was grabbing his shirt before he looked at my face. 'Jadeshola, we should........' I pulled him closer and he started to shake his head. 'We should leave. The rest must be wondering where we are.' How come he is thinking and talking straight with this little distance between us? I swallowed and pulled him even closer. Just as the door opened. We both turned to look at the person and our mouths dropped open. I thought he locked the door. I turned to look at him again and his eyes mirrored my expression. Oh No.

“Federal agents. Open the door.” Reeves exhaled slowly. “If you walk out that back exit, there’s no coming back from it.” I glanced toward the hallway behind the counter. A narrow door. Probably leads to an alley. “You said this becomes bigger,” I said. “It already has.” The agents hit the door harder. “Last warning.” I met his eyes one final time. “Choose,” I said. And stepped toward the back.

Luckily, inside the house had sufficient lighting, making it easy for me to navigate my way through the living room to a short hallway, certainly leading to the bedrooms. Denver came up behind me and with slow steps, we walked through the hallway. Just a couple of steps in, I began to hear whispers. Whispers that sounded like someone pleading. I was confused and scared, unsure of what to expect when I open the door that the sounds were most definitely coming from. My curiosity had conquered every other emotions I felt, because the next thing I knew, I was pushing open the door. What I had seen behind those closed doors, made a wave of heat hit me hard.

And this mountain isn't high enough to keep the truth out forever. ​Behind me, I heard the faint, rhythmic thud of a heavy door closing somewhere deep in the house. He was back in his room. He was on the other side of the wall. ​Listening. ​

Irene opened the door to her room, she saw her husband lying on the bed sleeping, as she was pacing around contemplating whether to ask him about the anniversary party or not, but how would she tell him who told her? She doesn't want the party or anyone in the house or someone to find out about her secret affair, she doesn't want an intruder in the house. She needs to find a way to stop the party.

Matt didn’t move for a second after the knock. “Matt?” Maya’s voice came again, louder this time. Jordy stepped back, his breathing still uneven, his mind scrambling to catch up with everything that had just happened. Matt finally turned toward the door, running a hand through his hair before unlocking it. The door opened. Maya stood there, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. “Why was your door locked?” Matt leaned casually against the frame like nothing had happened. “Privacy exists, you know.”

I see it— At the far end of the closet stands a grand, free-standing armoire. Dom grips the side and shifts it. A low groan of wood echoes off the walls. Behind it: a smooth panel of stone—subtle enough to miss unless you were looking for it. “There,” he mutters. Dom touches it. A soft click. The panel slides inward. And then the door glides open… revealing the Matriarch’s workroom. What is it with these people and hidden doorways, I muse to myself. First the ‘trophy wall’ and now this.