Grumble And Giggle Doors Novels & Stories

He didn’t attempt to grab the handle. With a single deliberate kick, the enormous black double doors groaned open on ancient hinges, the noise echoing and ominous. As they entered, the doors softly shut behind him with a quiet, definitive thump. The subtle fragrance of cedar, firewood, and something deeper, possibly gunpowder, lingered in the air like a reminder.

Thankfully, their superior eyes could see clearly that in front of Smiley was in fact a dark color door that fit two people each. “Are we here yet?” Firash asked countless times. “No.” “There’s more,” said Smiley. “Smiley, you’re dead.” He grabbed Smiley’s shoulder. “Pardon?” Smiley easily yanked off that hand and chuckled. “Just kidding. This is the last one. Hold your breath.” “What- wait- cough, cough.” The doorknob was twisted from the inside and he pushed the door with a creaking sound. CREAAAAAAAK~

I was so lost that it was bring 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.

No one does. “I’m leaving!” he announces to no one in particular. “None of you can stop me!” I snort. “No one’s trying.” Jack cracks up beside me. “Please let the door hit you on the ass on the way out.” Edison tries to slam the door, but it’s got one of those soft-close hydraulic hinges—the kind that slowly pulls the door shut with a whisper and a sigh. The look on his face when it fails to match his dramatic exit is priceless.

These types of doors responded to a soft touch. I pressed down the handle and pushed inward. The door didn’t budge. It stood rigid, immovable, like a mountain. Then, with a sharp beep, it let out a decline sound.

" I brought that for you " I walk to the door and make to hold it while I go out though not necessary. . The door jam shut. Fuck, there is an intruder. The door clicks shut, making a whirling sound. " What's happening? " " " Nothing " Another whirling sound again, then another and another. I roll my eyes " Nothing?! Then why the door jam shut on it's own? And all those whirling sounds making a hell of a noise! " " It's nothing "

After making me panic and tremble for a long time, they should have arrived earlier! The sound of giggles filled the room, distracting me from the futile efforts I made towards opening the damn door. My ear rang at the giggles, and they sounded feminine. I gazed at what I assumed the giggles emerged from, glancing warily at the large bed that was covered with curtains. Unexpectedly, the curtains slid open!

Right door, somewhere near in my name, digit considered to be jinxed and feared. Fingers twitching, I decipher the code engraved in its surface, knowing the only way forward is to unlock its secrets. As I tried to combine the keywords that corresponds to each room, I stand still as if the door stares at me, mocking me with its secrets. I know it will grant me the answers I seek, but only if I can solve the riddle presented to me. It was as if no matter how long I stand motionless in front of it, the door will remain firmly shut until I can solve the puzzle presented to me. One by one, I carefully piece together the keywords that are necessary to open its mysterious gates.

Dilo smiled, nudging Rex in the ribs, making him nod and grin as they both watched the door with expectation, everyone else looked at them with confused expressions. As both double doors creaked open loudly, Dilo and Rex chuckled, shaking their heads at their inside joke. “Welcome high blood and his nest!” Smarluuten hissed with both arms raised, his giant maw split into a broad smile, once the doors had been closed, and the group had walked into the garden area.

another creak was made and they both turned to the doors of the Student Council room. The door was slightly ajar, signifying that someone had opened the door a while ago but never to the full open and just a slight opening for them to look inside or eavesdrop even. So, who could it be? They looked at each other again, locking eyes as they both wore an expression of a raised brow and slightly squinting eyes. They both questioned who the person could be. And so, the door slowly opened and was accompanied by the creaking sounds. “This door really should be fixed. Or oiled at least.” A voice had said as they ranted about the noisy creaking door. A voice that was somehow, oddly familiar to the t