Hide Doors Novels & Stories

There was nowhere left to hide. The door creaked open slowly.

A pair of ancient doors that had remained hidden beneath the Black Marsh for centuries. It was the real vault. They had finally found it.

The annex door gave easier than it should have. Voss stopped Adrian with a hand before he could push through. "That's not resistance failure. That's a door somebody left unlatched on purpose." Adrian was already looking past the frame, at the seam where the hinge met the wall. "Claimant corridors run a secondary bolt behind the visible one. If the visible lock gives easy, the second one's still live." He reached past the handle, found the recessed panel exactly where memory said it would be, and thumbed it dark. "There. Now it's actually open."

a lot of time in getting off and finding its way. I looked around the big lobby before heading to the first door on the left. Open on a huge dining room. "Ah!" Carlisia launched a straight cry before the door closed and headed to the door on the right, which opened on the kitchen. I entered a researcher of a door rear, no door was not done but we have pledged on a timetable of a type. I looked at the top of the paper and brokers were large in bold. Table Tomorrow Carrisia looked at the table 5:00 am - 7:00 am: 2-pm heating - 5:00 pm: attack 9:00 pm - 11:00 PM: Defense How do they do this every day? "How is it possible?" But she was shaking her head. Can not waste the time, and it is pushed

“I swear no one will see you.” He hesitates but stands, brushing the dirt from his hands as he glances around cautiously. He follows me in silence. When we reach the wall, I move quickly, unlocking the gate hidden in plain sight. I step through and hold it open for him. His brows furrow as he surveys the shed ahead. “This is it?” I don’t answer, just open the shed door and step inside. He lingers, eyes scanning the area before following me. Inside, I crouch and open a concealed door in the floor, leading to the tunnels beneath.

Heidi jokes before opening the grand gates protecting their vast amount of property. As the gates fully open I immediately begin to drive further up the pavement before parking behind their many luxurious cars and exiting the vehicle. I quickly bring myself to the side of their mansion before punching in the visitors code and welcoming myself into their space.

Hollow. She stepped into the hallway, heart thudding in her chest, and began checking each room with meticulous precision. Her mother’s study: untouched. The parlor: too clean. The kitchen: empty. Then, as she turned toward the east wing—a part of the house she almost never entered—her foot caught on a ridge in the carpet. A ripple. Like something beneath it. She knelt, pulled back the edge, and uncovered a seam. A hidden door. Old. Dusty. With a latch so well concealed it looked decorative.

A shape. She pushed the vines aside. There was a door. It was made of the same grey metal as Kael’s box. It was old and scarred, almost completely grown over by the forest. But it was there. Set right into the rock. And in the center of the door was a small, dark panel, just like the one on the maintenance hatch in the old processing room. A secret door. Powered by a drain from the Heartwood itself. Sela and Leo stared at it, their tools hanging forgotten in their hands. The theory was no longer a theory. The ghost was real.

It had a bed, a window with bars, and a heavy oak door reinforced with iron. Kael pushed her inside. Holly stumbled to the center of the room. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering. Kael stood in the doorway, keeping his hand on the heavy iron latch. "Kael," Holly whispered. "Don't leave me here." Kael didn't answer. He stepped back into the hallway and pulled the heavy door shut. THUD. The sound echoed like a gunshot. Kael slid the bolt home. Click. Then he turned the key. Click.

“ Plus it helps a lot when the shadows are whispering the direction.” Everyone chuckled from amusement. Cassia did notice that everything that the seer was describing was indeed what she saw and smelt. The rocks on the walls and floor were covered with a gross slimy looking moisture. You could hear water dripping from somewhere but the echo made it hard to pinpoint the exact location. The ceiling did vault upwards while walking down the stairs. Soon they came to a set of old double doors at the end of the hallway. They were made of heavy vertical planks of wood held together by thick metal plates. The hinges were large barrel and pin that began to build up mineral deposits. A large lock and