Hide Doors Novels & Stories

“There are so many halls here. They have doors that led to different parts of this house” “You mean there are get away doors?” I looked at the place we were coming from and nearly collided with her when I turned back. I didn't know she had stopped until it was too late. “Sorry, I was just looking back” I pointed to the back. “It's fine. There are I'm by cobwebs in here. We barely come this way. Insects have made it their abode of glory” she chuckled richly. “There are so many doors in the house. There's one that leads to the underground in case something goes wrong that needs us to hide away and scour for time”

This further irritated him. Of course Malum has a hideout within the hideout. Exactly such a possible instance was predicted before the chess pieces even began to fall. Malum sent out the four nearest experiments to spread the word. Retreat to the inner tunnels. These were behind hidden doors in the darkest of corridors. Meant to look like dead ends or at the end of particularly dark but otherwise filled halls. The doors were made of stone and slid heavily into place. Malum hushed the experiments as they arrived, telling them not to make a peep as they came. He kept an eye out for one particular person.

The curtains were stained, and there was an unmistakable odor permeating the space. The manager looked at me uncomfortably. "Mr. Davis occasionally rests here," he explained awkwardly. "Then maybe he should keep it clean, especially for client meetings," I said, glancing at him. "This place reeks. Can't you smell it?" I straightened a photo frame, noticing our wedding photo had been replaced with one of Max and Coco. Meanwhile, my photo lay discarded in a corner. I picked up our photo, cut myself out of it, and tucked it into my purse. Then, I left the divorce papers in Max's desk drawer, asking the manager to make sure Max saw them.

I see it— At the far end of the closet stands a grand, free-standing armoire. Dom grips the side and shifts it. A low groan of wood echoes off the walls. Behind it: a smooth panel of stone—subtle enough to miss unless you were looking for it. “There,” he mutters. Dom touches it. A soft click. The panel slides inward. And then the door glides open… revealing the Matriarch’s workroom. What is it with these people and hidden doorways, I muse to myself. First the ‘trophy wall’ and now this.

Holds the doorknob and opens it with a single swoop. "Aaaaa!!!"

Survive. The back door clicks shut. The house goes quiet in that eerie, vacuum-sealed way that only happens right before violence. I take a breath I don’t feel. Then I step forward. The metal security door rattles as I unlock it. Thick bars. Reinforced hinges. We installed it years ago because Hour insisted. Because he’d grown up knowing doors were never just doors. Behind it is the front door—also metal. Cold. Heavy. No decorative glass. No welcome mat energy. Just function. I open the security door. The second I touch the handle of the front door, it slams inward.

she said in excitement pulling Jerry by the shoulder. "Shhh...." Jerry placed his forefinger on his lips hashing he. He heard noises outside and wanted to know what was happening. "Hide it, quickly..." Jerry said in a hush tone. Erica quickly grabbed the phone and the battery and buried them in her underwear. She lay down beside Jerry as they both pretended to be fast asleep. The door was pushed open. "Bring them out!" She heard a female voice scream from outside. Erica could feel her heart beating very fast.

And I'm taking my chances. Fuck! This damn door is not silent. Now I have the attention of the whole store. I don't check to see if they saw or heard me, I just enter and let the nosy as fuck door to swing closed. There is a hallway in here with five doors. Opening door one, it's nothing but meat. I could hide in here but there is a chance that i might end up being disgusted by it. So door one is not an option. Door two looks like a typical hiding spot in movies. It is a toilet. Women's toilets. There's currently no one in here but I would not have minded seeing some ass by 'mistake'.

We descend together. The air cools incrementally with each step. Not enough to fog breath, but enough to make skin tighten. The walls shift from pale stone to darker granite. Lighting embedded along the floor casts upward glows that eliminate heavy shadows. Deliberate design. No corners for concealment. No blind spots. We reach a pair of black metal doors. No handle. They open inward soundlessly like the hall doors. The technology here is quite modern an forward. Are the doors sensor biometric?