Hide Doors Novels & Stories

The silence was profound, save for the sound of my breath, my steps too loud against the quiet. Then, at the end of the passage, I saw it: a door. It stood apart from the others, larger, more intricately carved with designs I couldn’t quite make out in the low light. I approached cautiously, my fingers brushing against the cool surface of the wood. The carvings seemed to shimmer in the flickering candlelight, their patterns twisting in strange, mesmerizing shapes. I couldn’t tell if the wood itself was alive or if the door simply held something otherworldly within it. Without thinking, I pressed the door open. The hinges creaked, the sound breaking the stillness like the first note of a forg

He turned sharply, heading down the corridor toward the far end of the mansion, his steps silent on the thick carpet. At the very end was a door that looked like part of the wall—same paneling, same polished oak grain. Most people who entered the house never even noticed it. The mechanism was hidden in the woodwork, and Devon pressed a specific knot in the panel. There was a faint click, and the disguised door swung inward.

Every second matters. As I make my way out of the Dollhouse, gliding down connecting hallways, taking the grand stairs and finally appearing at the lobby, my head is down and my hands are in my hoodie pockets, clutching my phone- the only other item I had taken with me before leaving my bedroom. The main doors are locked from the inside when I cross the foyer to reach them. And while knowledge on how to pick a lock is buried somewhere in Thirteen's brain, I don't need to use it because the keys are hanging by a hook close to the paneled oak twin hulks. So it takes me only a moment to roll out of the house and burst into the night air.

Some doors don't open. They realize they were never locked.

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.

Holden’s voice dropped, gentle but firm. “Elena. Look at me.” She did. His eyes were calm. Focused. Anchoring her. “Breathe,” he said. “I won’t let them take you.” Her chest loosened just enough to draw air. Holden turned back to the wall—just as the footsteps came within meters. “Target in proximity,” a man barked. Holden found the hidden latch. “Found it.” He yanked it down. The metal door hissed—then slid open into a narrow ventilation shaft large enough for one person.

I watch the kids whimper in fear as the men keep hitting on the door. " okay everybody listen up over by the bathroom is a door a hidden door there is a panel there that will lead us into the tunnels and we can go to the bigger panic room just down the hall we will not run into none of these rogues so you do not have to be afraid. Is everybody ready?",I get nods as the kids cry. " Anna let me help you ",my mom says but I wave her off we need to move so the kids can stop panicking.

Mark skillfully navigates the car towards a concealed entrance, concealed within what appears to be an abandoned building. With a smooth slide, the hidden entrance opens, revealing a dark and clandestine underground passage. The car crossed the threshold, and the doors sealed shut behind us. The sound of the hydraulic doors echoed, dimly lit by surveillance screens and guarded by armed men who remained vigilant as we passed by. Finally, the car came to a stop in a spacious underground garage. As I ascend a grand staircase, I enter a luxurious apartment concealed within this secret hideout. The interior oozed opulence and refinement, a sanctuary of control amidst the chaos of the outside worl

"Are you running? Let's see where you can run to!" "I love this kind of hide-and-seek!" I stumbled and fell into an abandoned storage room at the end of the hallway. I locked the iron door from the inside. Pounding fists hammered against the door. "Come out, you whore!" "What are you doing, hiding inside? Are you having fun by yourself?" "If you don't come out, we'll smash the door down. By then, it won't just be a few pets from us!" Dirty words and foul language came through the door, mixed with lewd laughter.

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription: