Elizabeth Door Novels & Stories

Elena looked around in awe. "This is enough to expose everything." "Not yet," Elizabeth replied. "The most important evidence is deeper." --- They reached a massive steel door. At its center... A keyhole shaped like a tiny crown. Elena slowly removed the silver key. The moment she inserted it— Click. Ancient gears rumbled behind the wall. The door slowly opened. Inside was a much smaller chamber. Only one cabinet stood at its center. Upon it rested two sealed envelopes. One addressed to Elena Hart. The other...

He had documented every struggle, every moment of hunger, every random stroke of luck Luca had experienced until the moment the Vane Estate became his only option. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? In a way that makes you want to scrub your skin raw.” I spun around, my back hitting a server rack. Elizabeth was standing in the doorway. Her cadet-blue gown was unzipped at the shoulder, her hair slightly disheveled, her eyes dark and unreadable. She didn’t look surprised to find me there. She looked like she had been waiting for me to arrive. “You knew,” I rasped. “You helped him build this.”

8:15 PM. Elena stood outside James Knight's Upper East Side residence and looked at the building. Four stories. Private entrance. Stone facade that had been here longer than most of the people inside it. Two men at the door who carried themselves in the specific way of men who were not simply security guards but something more deliberate than that. She touched the wire beneath her shirt once. Felt it there. Solid and real. Then she adjusted the catering bag on her shoulder, straightened her Brooks Events uniform, and walked toward the entrance.

Elizabeth had set up shop a block away from oxford street, which would help with ‘customers’. The place had a large window glass, giving a good view of the street, with letters painted on it reading: Society of Strange Occurrences; the door was beside the glass and it was painted green, as it was Elizabeth’s favourite colour. It was a two-room establishment, the first one was for people to entertain people that came in with their supernatural problems; It consisted of a desk and a table with chairs on the side.

“I want to see what’s happening inside.” Old Allistair was quick to come around and stand next to her. “That might seem impolite, madam. Don’t you think?” “I know. But I won’t be able to make a good decision until I see this for myself.” Allistair had no other choice but to agree. He always agreed with the old madam. Elizabeth left the hall and walked down the hallway, she remembered Juliette and that servant rushing to. She finally came across a door that seemed to wide open and peeked inside.

She sighed, although the fear of returning into such a sinister nightmare alarmed her but she could not control her dropping lids…. Knock! Knock! "What? Huh!" The sudden banging against her door, jolted her back awake. She panicked once more before calming herself. She looked towards the door, getting up from her bed and stalking towards it. Elizabeth acted smart and leaned her ear against the door. "Who is it?" She asked loud enough for whoever was behind the door to hear. "Madam, I am Calista, I have a message from Mr. Thompson for you." Elizabeth did not know who this Calista was, but she knew well Mr. Thompson. This was the lowlife pervert bar owner who also owned the room she rested in.

Dad says, “you learned years ago that women fight with their heads, not their muscles. Something tells me you’re enjoying this, so stop pretending to be mad.” I poke my tongue out at him. He crosses his eyes at me. Brandy laughs. “I’ve got a spare summer dress in my room, Elizabeth, if you want to get changed.” “Yes, please, I’d appreciate that.” “Come on.” She gets up, and I follow her into the house. We walk along the wide corridor with its light-gray carpets and high windows, pass the tall urn with its Greek figures, and go up the stairs, holding on to the white banister. At the top, she turns toward the bedrooms, counts three doors, then goes inside.

he spoke as he placed the phone on his ear. "Yes sir. I didn't know. I'm sorry sir. I will direct her now." The gateman said as he spoke to Mathew on the phone. He gave Elizabeth back her phone and apologized to her before directing her in. "Just go straight down then go left, you will see a water fountain, in front of it is the main door." He explained to her. "Thank you." She said with a smile as she made her way in. "I'm sorry once again." She heard the gateman say as she walked him and with a smile she told him to worry not about it.

Elizabeth sits quietly and watches, she needs all the information she can get, she can’t let this person know that they are on to them. When she sees that the person in the shadows moves to come back out the door Elizabeth quickly steps back and into the shadows. She can’t let this person know she is onto them, when she seems the shadow of the person continue down the hall and making their way to the main door and out towards the housing, they set aside for all the visiting packs.