Hide Doors Novels & Stories

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.

I say softly and they all scatter quickly. I mind link Ximena. “How do I open the door and nothing else?” She replies instantly. “Press the button with a lock, go to options and select front door. Go to options again and select the timer, the door will close in your entered timeframe. The code is four, seven, five, five, two. Good luck Adriana.” “Thank you.”

Streets have many stalls of cold drinks and ice cream, which are busy and crowded too. Going to the outskirts of the city, a big house can be seen. This house although furnished holds some antique things, just like a clock which is working on the pendulum, that is going to and fro continuously. This clock is saying that it is 4 pm. Although the rainy season won't take long to arrive. And, The summer is still not over but summer vacation has ended now. It is the last day of summer holidays for all the students. By the side of this dinning room, there is a courtyard, a child is playing with the football here, passing the ball continuously from his knee to knee.

"Reil! What did he say?" Emiem whispered while I was closing the front door in the cottage. "Who?" I whispered back. "Blake." She whispered, only air came out of her mouth. "I didn't tell him." I twisted the key twice the time and pulled the door to confirm whether it was locked tightly. "You what?" She practically yelled, her eyes widen like a panda. "Shhh! don’t shout!!" I scolded her before wrapping the scrap around my face.

Then, I remember what Harrison says, whatever happens, if someone barges into our apartment, I can hide in his secret room. I sprint towards the speaker and carefully, I stop the music. I cover my mouth with my hands when they begin to bang the door. Then, I hear that they are trying to open the door. And so, I sprint towards the secret room. Hastily, I open the door and stride inside the secret room, and slowly, it automatically closes the door when I push a button inside the secret room. I keep hearing that they bang the door and strive to come inside the house. Then, they successfully barge into the house. "Drianna?! Are you here?!" A man exclaims.

He was almost there. One step. Anderson stretched out his hand with a hidden smile on his face, about to open the door when it opened inward on its own. It was not that the doors were automatic. He would have noticed them the first time if they were. Aside from those padded rooms, the entire facility was just old. Every other door was like those double-leaf doors used in the hospitals so there was no way for them to open on their own.

He didn't want to kill an innocent man or possibly—people. They all stopped at the entrance to the cabin, waiting for the man to open it up. Bringing out a key from a hidden place behind the window sill next to the entrance door, he brought out a key and inserted it into the keyhole. A 'click' sound was heard, accompanied by the creaking sound of an ancient wooden door being opened. The door needed some oil in its hinges, Calhoun thought.

The hound’s jaw slammed shut with such force that its tungsten teeth shattered, sending it tumbling into the dust. They reached the service bay just as the last pod was disappearing inside. The massive steel doors began to slide shut, a heavy, grinding sound that signaled the end of the chase. "Jump!" Ressi and Kesi dived. They cleared the threshold of the bay by inches, their bodies slamming into the hard, cold floor of the transport pod as the hatch shut behind them with a thunderous CLANG. The Silence of the Steel The transition was instantaneous and jarring.

Examine it. Carefully. Because Adrian— never makes things simple. “There’s a trigger,” I say. “Where?” I point. Lower hinge. Almost invisible. “Tripwire mechanism.” “Disarm it.” “Already on it.” Seconds stretch. Tension builds. Then— “Clear.” I nod once. “Open it.” The door slides. Slowly. Silently. Darkness waits on the other side. Cold. Deep. Wrong. We step in. One by one. Weapons raised.

A true one. “I will,” she said simply. “I will do it.” We turned away from her then, leaving her to begin her own journey of redemption and work. We walked toward the great main doors of the chamber, the ones that led out into the hidden valley, the ones that led out into the world. The doors were massive, made of heavy metal and stone, built to keep people out. But now, as we approached, they began to move. Great gears turned deep within the walls. Heavy chains groaned. Slowly, majestically, the doors swung open wide.