Doors Figure Novels & Stories

The only option left to unveil the answer is to open it. Sliding the medium-sized metal rod locking the door from the inside, Lady Francesca gingerly opened the door. It produced small sound of creaking as evident of its long stagnancy. She grasped on her realization. The door led to an empty space with few small tents as if serving as an extension of the main flee market inside. It was then, things started to sink in her mind. The door she just opened was one of the emergency door meant to be use only in cases of emergency like sudden fire outbreaks, earthquakes etc.

"Geez, that scared the hell out of me! Who the hell installs a door that sounds an alarm just for touching it?" Paul remarked, "If I'm not mistaken, that door is the most advanced bulletproof door on the market." Calvin was stunned. "Bulletproof? Is Zach playing an FPS game in real life? This… this is insane." Miranda frowned. "Does this door have a key?" "It probably doesn't," Paul answered. "It's mainly fingerprint or iris recognition." "Then that means we probably can't enter through the main door," Miranda said. "What about the side doors?"

No human being could rip a ballistic steel door off its frame with their bare hands. A figure stepped slowly into the empty frame of the ruined door, blocking the harsh glare of the garage lights.

I looked at the door. Ada's door. Small, flush against the east wall, the frame was painted the same grey as the stone around it so that it disappeared when you weren't looking for it. My father had shown it to Silas and nobody else. It had kept that secret as long as he needed it to. It would hold for one more night. "Car's ready," Raze said. "Carver's running a secondary vehicle on the main approach as cover. We leave in twenty." I nodded.

The fourth door was open by three inches. It was never open. The room behind it held old patrol ledgers,records going back eight years,nothing current,nothing operationally sensitive and no reason for anyone to be inside it. I stopped and looked at the gap,pushed it open fully and looked inside. It was empty. Ledgers on their shelves undisturbed. Dust on the floor,one set of boot prints through the dust that were too recent to belong to the last person who had legitimate reason to be in there. I crouched and looked at the print.

It was maybe 15 feet on each side, the front and half of each side was all glass, giving an unobstructed view of the approach, the gate and the parking lot. The windows stopped at a heavy looking metal door and the rest of what she could see was solid. Ty made his way to the door on the side closest to the gate. He pressed his index finger against a pad. A scramble pad came to life and he tapped in a code. He opened the door, ushering her inside. A desk ran the length of the room under the windows, it was lined with monitors all showing what appeared to be CCTV feeds from around the property. A middle-aged black man, dressed similarly to Ty sat at a keyboard, eyes scanning the various displa

He was quite pleased with his unexpected accomplishment. "Shall we go?" Dianne instructed Nicolas that they should get inside the house before the cold afternoon wind started to penetrate their bodies. The two climbed the porch steps and approached a large door located in the center of the building. The door was brown and made of Mahogany wood, while the floor, clearly visible from the outside, was made of granite. Dianne approached the smart lock on the door and pressed the buttons on the touch screen with the pin number she had memorized from the message Keenan had sent her this morning.

I was so lost that it was bringing back the horrible childhood memories of getting lost in the maze of mirrors at the county festival that came to town every year. We finally came up to these huge double doors. They looked to be made of red oak, with very intricate details carved into them. One door had what looked to be demons and the other door had what looked like angels or goddess on it. Both looking at each other like they were charging at each other, getting ready for a battle.

The reinforced door at the bottom of the stairs is made of steel, etched with containment runes that pulse with a sickly green light. Two guards flank it—both looking like they haven't slept in days. "Elder Whitmore." The woman on the left straightens. "Are you sure about this?" "No." I offer her a tight smile. "Open it anyway." She exchanges a glance with her partner, then places her palm against the recognition panel. The locks disengage with heavy mechanical clicks that echo in the narrow stairwell.

He wore a black butler suit and seemed surprised to see Noah standing in front of him, “f-future Luna you already wake up? I-I must tell the Alpha immediately, p-please wait here.” As soon as the boy left, there was a clicking sound coming from the door when he closed it. ‘I don't want to wait, I want to leave!’ Noah tried to open the door again but failed, it didn't budge. ‘It seems the door was mechanically locked from the outside.’ So Noah thought of breaking the door open, but when he analyzed it carefully, the door was too sturdy for him. ‘This door looks like an ordinary white wooden door, but actually, it is made from iron!’ he desperately muffled.