Beyond The Door 2 Novels & Stories

Behind it, the crack in the ground pulses again. Faint. But still there. Still open. Still waiting. I look at it. Then at Mark. Then back at the thing standing in front of me. If I close the Door, this ends. If I don’t… I don’t know what comes next. But I know one thing. Whatever stands beyond that threshold is not done with me. And somehow… Neither is this. The ground trembles again. A warning. Or a countdown. I take a breath. And make my choice.

"What do you mean?" Ava pointed upward. A new doorway had appeared. Not black. Not silver. White. A blinding white light poured through it. Gabriel stared. "That's impossible." Lorenzo asked: "What is it?" Gabriel's face was pale. "The door beyond the First Door." Aria looked at Ava. "What's behind it?" Ava whispered: "Home." The white door opened. And something stepped through. It looked human. It had Aria's face. Ava's face.

While we are moving in from the back, we slip our way in and then out of the kitchen; we can safely say that all is clear on this side of the house. Next is the lounge. Oddly. Strangely. But most worryingly. It is clear. But, just as we are about to head up the stairs, the front door opens. Fuck…my body freezes, and my reality sets in…today, I am going to die. But, just as I am about to thank my maker, goddamn Harrison and Clark come through the door. I raise my eyebrows, somewhat confused at the fact that they have gained entry without any resistance from inside.

He asked, "Remember this? At Harrowell Library, you were reading by the window. The sun was shining on you, and I thought there wouldn't be anyone in the world as beautiful as you." I snapped the box shut. "The past is the past." "I can't let it go. I just can't," he said, all serious. Rain poured down in Hudson City that night. I figured he would leave, but then security called me way past midnight. "Ms. Douglas, Mr. Carter's still downstairs." I peeked out the window, and there he was—standing in the rain, stubborn as ever. "Let him in." I sighed. He was soaked through when he stood at my door, looking like a total mess.

I rushed inside, Maimai and the others following closely. “Maya!” I shouted, but the room was empty. I hurried to the bathroom door, which was also locked. “Maya, are you there?” Maimai called. “Maya!” I yelled again, concern growing. Suddenly, Maimai screamed. I turned to see her pointing at the floor. My heart sank as I followed her gaze; blood was seeping out from beneath the bathroom door, pooling ominously on the floor. Panic surged through me. I felt paralyzed for a moment, every muscle tensed with fear. I turned to the security guard, my voice rising. “Open the door!”

I picked up my bags and trailed after her. As we walked down the hallway, I could hear the distant chatter of people talking, cheering, gossiping, and laughing. I couldn't help but wonder who these individuals were and what their story was. We ascended a flight of stairs and arrived at another hallway. Bell led me to a stop before a room and beamed as she opened the door for me. I smiled at her and stepped into the room, awestruck by the beautiful interior. It was significantly larger than the previous room, with a queen-sized bed in the middle of the space, complete with a canopy. A large glass window sat at the head of the bed, flanked by two doors, likely a walk-in closet and an attached

But this time, I searched the opposite side. And beyond a sagging plastic curtain, its surface cloudy like dead skin at the end of a hallway... There was a door. Metal. Small. Unmarked. I pushed it gently. It wasn’t locked. And as it creaked open— I froze. The room beyond the door was… too clean. Too neat. Too wrong. White overhead lights lit up rows of metal shelves, packed with folders, files, and— Oh God. Photos. So many photos. Some black and white. Some in color.

There was something about the painting, a distant memory or a hidden connection that beckoned her closer. Approaching the painting, she examined it closely. The colors captured their mother's serene smile, her eyes holding a depth that seemed to speak volumes. Crystal's fingers brushed against the canvas, a sense of longing washing over her. The painting held an inexplicable pull, a silent invitation to uncover a mystery that seemed to linger within its depths. She raised her hand and then suddenly there was a click. Her hand pounded as she turned to face the door where Logan stood next to Isabella, his eyes narrowed, “What the fuck are you doing in my office?”

It was silent between Darius and Astrid that evening as they sat in the waiting room, having the sandwiches Astrid had gone out to get earlier, when the call came in. Darius wasted no time in picking up the phone. “We just rounded up the search. We may have found something of importance. We have series of questions to ask two people. We found some medicines and medicine bottles in two room; the one with the window facing the garden and another two doors away from it on the right,” detective Damos informed. From the sparse descriptions, Darius figured out whose rooms they were immediately. The first was Astrid’s room, the other was Selene’s

He had almost bust into the room when he was told that his parents were in the doctors office but on second thought this time, he resigned to remain at the door. "Gracias a dios Mamá! I thought it was something else," he exclaimed in relief. "Have you seen her?" She shook her head in refutation. "We are going there right now. Come on." She tugged at his hands gently, practically dragging a quite stoned Nicolás behind her. All together, they rode the elevator to the fifth floor and to the right; room 23B precisely. Two nurses were just making their way out of the room Adelina had been transferred into when they came upon them.