Lock In The Nightmare Before Christmas Novels & Stories

There was no one here I had to hide from. Though, on that note, I did roll out of bed in my t-shirt and red lace panties and padded barefoot over to the door, checking all five locks. I was firmly bolted, chained, and barricaded in. I ran a shaking hand through my long, deep red hair. Somewhere during the thrashing of another nightmare, the band had come off my ponytail and I had the annoying long locks in my face again. I could have gone to rummage in the sheets for it, but I decided not to. I needed a distraction. Desperately.

Before we could say anything, he shouted, “Get out! I need to think.” I went to bed wondering what was going to happen now. I fell asleep surprisingly quickly, but my dreams were full of darkness and terror. In the morning I tried to leave my room, but the door was locked. I texted Lianna and Tomasso and they said they were also locked in their rooms. The hours seemed to creep by slowly until the sun went down and the alarm went off.

One lock opened, one more to go. I hurried to the main cabin door and knelt on the floor, my knees aching. The high-security lock stared back at me, mocking me. I pushed the pin in anyway, my hands trembling so much I could barely hold it. I tried to remember the angles Dante had shown me when we were kids. Back then, it was a game. We were just two kids sneaking into old sheds. Now, that "game" was the only thing between me and a nightmare. Nothing moved. I pushed harder, sweat beading on my forehead. Please, please open, I begged silently. But my fingers slipped, and the delicate pin bent.

"Run!" I'm not going to run to the front door, so I change my plan for the back and pray it isn't locked. Please, don’t be locked. We hear the footsteps hitting the concrete behind us now that are close to us. “They're close to us!" Lydia screams panicking. It is locked. We run to a halt in front of the door, and in an instant, one of the black gloves wraps around Lydia's ponytail and pulls. Lydia cries out in pain.

I quickly swipe my key card across the lock and enter the room, giving a little victory dance. "I thought you'd never come. I've been waiting for you" I freeze in shock, my key card slips from my hand and gives a thunk as it falls on the floor. "I told you, my sweet. You cannot hide forever" My throat feels squeezed and I only manage to let out a whisper. "Dad!"

She immediately panicked and dashed to the door, only to find that it was locked! Their roles had switched in under a minute. Linda wanted to escape immediately. “Open the door, North!” North asked in a bewildered tone, “Didn’t you lock the door yourself? Why are you blaming me for it? I only changed the structure of the lock so that you can’t open the door yourself.” North’s calm demeanor enraged Linda. “What are you so happy about?! Your drink was drugged, too! Once Constantine gets here, you’ll still be done for!”

"Lock you in? What are you talking about? You just need time to think. I did the same thing with your sister when she acted up. Now go!" "No…" "Dad, you can't…!" Judy rushed over. "You want to start, too? None of you ever make things easy for me!" He shoved Judy aside with one hand and pushed me forward with the other. "Dad…" I stumbled inside, my shoulder hitting a stack of boxes. The door slammed shut behind me, and the lock clicked. Darkness swallowed everything. "No… Don't lock it!" Everything fell away. All that was left were flashes of fear. The whip with barbs. The clamps biting into skin. Men laughing as they closed in, hands already at their belts.

I followed the pull of the energy helplessly, standing right in front of the shelf. I placed one hand on its edges. With a strength that I didn’t know existed, I pulled. The heavy shelf groaned and creaked, the sound echoing through the quiet room. It flew outward, revealing a narrow, wooden-arched door hiding behind it. The door was made of dark wood. It had a wolf-shaped lock made of obsidian at the center. I reached out involuntarily, my fingers brushing the cold surface of the obsidian. The moment my skin touched the lock, my knees buckled and I fell. The world went silent.

Here? I unlocked the door, peeking out. There he stood, snowflakes melting in his dark hair, cheeks flushed from the cold. His coat was dusted white, and those piercing blue eyes locked on mine, intense. "Alex? What are you doing here? It's freezing." He stepped inside without asking, closing the door behind him. The scent of pine and his cologne filled the space. "Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd check on you. Alone on Christmas Eve?" His gaze roamed my body, lingering on the way my robe hugged my hips.

He had impatiently replied, "Why should we celebrate Christmas too? You're so ridiculous." I admit that I had been gaslit at the time, especially after I had just seen the luxury jewelry set worth over nine million dollars in his suit pocket. But now, Melissa was wearing that exact same jewelry set. At my silence, Yves climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips against mine.