Behind Closed Doors Summary Novels & Stories

I suddenly heard a footsteps near me. "Hello? Is someone inside?" That was a man's voice. "Yes,sir! I'm locked!" I saw the knob moving. Oh thanks God! I thought I'm going to die here. I was so scared,I remembered that one episode from Shake Rattle and Roll! "Miss, can you move away from the door? I'm going to kick this, you might get hurt," The voice from the other side said. I moved away from the door. "Okay, as I count of 3. I will kick this so don't get close!"

It looks meek and harmless on the outside, but even his friends who could not hear the strange noise could feel a strange form of energy coming from it. “Are we supposed to go there,” Don asked. “It’s probably an old cupboard,” Alice added. “Funny, the Principal didn’t say anything about this,” Kirsten said suddenly. “Let’s see what’s behind this door,” said Van. Finally he will get to see what secret this door conceals. With shaking hand, he seizes the knob and swings the door open. And what they found startles them.

“We’ll see about that.” The door clicked shut behind me.

“Sienna, listen to me. You have gone too far, but I can still help you. Admit you stole the ring. Say grief made you mad. Beg forgiveness, and I will take you away before His Majesty comes.” Clara shot him a furious look. “Marcus.” He ignored her. “I can protect you,” he said. “You and the child. But you must stop this now.” I looked from the broken ruby scattered across the floor to Marcus. “You cannot protect me from the man who gave me the ring.” The great doors opened before Marcus could answer. A voice came from the doorway, low and clear enough to silence the room. “Who dared touch my wife?”

The gateman and the driver were staring at us in bewilderment. 'Adamu, please open the gate.' Mom said as soon as she entered the car. 'Aah Aah. Madam, Abeg take am easy. Make Oga come first.' 'Open the Gate, my friend.' He jumped at the intensity of her voice and he exchanged a brief glance with the driver before he opened the gate. She zoomed off without a backward glance. 'Uthman, wetin happen? Why Madam dey pack comot?'

A hand that unceremoniously shoves me out of the car completely. “Get in there, and we’ll get you some chocolate. That should help with your PMS,” he says, shutting my door and locking it. With that, I’m left to be dragged by Dex toward the basement and the The Velvet Accord waiting below.

Some doors don't open. They realize they were never locked.

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 door is wide open. If they see the door... I hear footsteps on the concrete. Heavy. Purposeful. Step. Step. Step. I have seconds. I grab the handle of the massive steel door. I pull. It is heavy. So heavy. I strain against the weight. My muscles burn. The footsteps are getting closer. Close it. Close it. The door swings shut. Clang. I spin the wheel. I am locked inside. I press my ear to the cold steel. The footsteps stop right outside.

Languages that suggested age, tradition, things that predated my understanding. And then I saw it. One of the forbidden doors — unmistakable, heavy, black wood with no knob. I’d been warned about doors like this on my first day. “Some rooms are not for guests,” I’d been told in that careful, clinical tone that made warnings sound like medical diagnoses. “Some doors stay closed.” But this one… was open. Just barely. A breath of space between frame and edge. Like someone forgot. Or like someone wanted it found.