Golden Closet Novels & Stories

Nothing more was needed of him, now that their plan had taken its first step, but for him to be the listening audience. She moved across the large empty space of the master bedroom to the large, old-fashioned closet standing against the wall there. The closet was of dark, almost black wood, the gothic design, with the gothic designs, which seemed completely out of place in the roomful of steel, glass, and white steel, shaping the lines of the design scheme in the room, which felt as though it was totally from another world, another time, another life, from which Vanessa kept the things that she often tried to forget.

Nobody should have a reason to come in here until August. I tried to glare at Isa, identifiable by her uniform even from a couple hundred feet down the school's central corridor, but her exposure to Serenex did no more to suppress her laughter than my own did to ignore it. As she'd said, Abbie stood by in the dormant closet. She didn't even glance up as I entered, standing there in her dingy old faded pink t-shirt and gray sweatpants, staring at a blank spot on the wall. The closet was more of a room, really, probably a third the size of my classroom. In addition to the file cabinets, it contained piles of disused books, surplus classroom supplies, holiday decorations... and two people doped

"Not a chance." I lead her toward a small, dimly lit janitor’s closet—the only place on this set that doesn't have a microphone or a camera pointed at it. I shove the door open, pull her inside, and click the lock. It’s small, smelling of lemon bleach and old mops, but it'll do.

Chelsea had giggled like a plum fool when he had said that, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Chelsea?” She went to the doorway of her bedroom. “In here,” she said and walked back inside. Within seconds, Caitlin entered the room. Chelsea had given her and Chastity a key. “Good grief,” Caitlin was astonished at the mess. “It looks like your closet exploded in here.”

he grunted, as if I were an underpaid stagehand interrupting his rehearsal. Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. I slipped inside, eyes fixed firmly on the top shelf where the bleach usually sat, doing my best not to step on any discarded clothing or… fluids. The closet was narrow, the air thick with the sour-sweet tang of too many overlapping perfumes, and I had to brush past them more than once just to reach the mop bucket. Each time, I felt a prickle under my skin, like standing too close to a live wire of hormones. “Close the door on your way out,” Fitch drawled lazily, his voice low, commanding—almost predatory. The kind of tone that made half the girls here swoon and the other half sharpen

she says, and I am intrigued. “At first, he wasn’t interested in showing me the basement… Making excuses like there is no key. But he was lying, you know. The key was hanging on the wall. It looked perfect when we went down. I thought Garrett was so interested in this house. So maybe we could use the basement and turn it into a nice movie spot….” She babbles as I watch her with amusement. “There was a closet in the corner. When I opened it… It had a slider door inside with three giant locks and Cross drawn all over it. Oh God Riley… After that, I realized there were pages of holy books glued all over the wall.”

Eva agreed. They walk towards their room but before they even reach their door, they notice the door next to their's was ajar. Something was swaying in the air inside. It looks lik something dawned at them that made them lookd at each other before pushing the door wide open. What they saw next was something they would remember for the rest of their lives. It was Giselle who cried first for she and Violet were close. Eva was standing behind Violet remembering the last thing she said to her.

Unable to reach Max, I had to go to his office. When I arrived, neither Max nor Coco were there. The receptionist mentioned they were at Disneyland. The manager tried to brief me on company matters, but I waved him off. "I'm just dropping something off." However, I froze in shock when I opened the door to Max's office. The once minimalist black-and-white decor was then splashed with color, the artwork replaced by intimate photos of Max and Coco. A corner of the room had been converted into a mini-suite, complete with a bed, shower, and—shockingly—a pair of pink lingerie hung on the wall. The curtains were stained, and there was an unmistakable odor permeating the space.

There was a sixty-inch television mounted above a small fireplace, right opposite the queen-size bed. On the left side of the bed was a balcony that could fit thirty people and gave a good view of the countryside. Why have such a large balcony? She wondered. There was a knock on the door, followed by Thelma’s soft voice. “Miss Astrid, are you awake?” “Yes, come in!” Astrid answered. The door opened, revealing Thelma, Mary and Darius. Astrid fumbled with her words as she wanted to ask what he was doing there. “Good morning.” She finally blurted.

I check all his coat pockets, his drawers, his trouser pockets, I basically check every single item in that closet that had a pocket and the only thing I found was a flask and a pack of gum. I'm just about to give up when I notice something, the back of where he hangs his suits, the wooden frame looks wonky. So I move closer and run my hands over it and that's when I notice it, a secret compartment. I push against it and it pops open to reveal a safe. Shit, it's fingerprint but it also has a side for a code, I really hope that it's not both that is needed. I put in Oscar's birthday first but it doesn't work, so I try Maya's birthday, that still doesn't work.