Oblivion Strange Door Novels & Stories

I retreated away toward the end of my hallway, my back firmly pressed against the wall as I stared at the metal door. Just then, a strange sound suddenly came from the direction of the stairwell. It was sticky and sounded draggy. Every step was slow and hesitant, like something heavy was being dragged across the floor. It was accompanied by the chilling sound of grinding teeth. My blood ran cold. The zombies were here, lured in by their commotion! Danilo, who was just about to head up after going downstairs, bumped right into a zombie and immediately let out an ear-piercing scream.

It had my favorite books, the art we had picked out together, and a liquor cabinet that only I had the code to. However, that day, when I opened the office door, I noticed the door to the secret room was cracked open. I stopped for a second, then pushed the door wider. There was Sofia. She had been Matthew's personal assistant for just two months, and there she was, standing by Matthew's liquor cabinet with a bottle of fancy 1982 Lafite. Next to her, on a small table, were two glasses, and one was already filled with wine. She saw me and smiled like everything was perfect. "Elena, you're here. Matthew told me to wait for him."

They could feel the electric charge in the air, but the door didn’t open. “The spiral,” the general said as he stepped forward and traced the symbol with his fingers. The stone beneath them seemed to shift like a gentle tremor, but still, the door held fast. Cayla took a deep breath. “The grid. Let’s see if we can unlock it.” Her fingers moved over the last symbol, the grid. Suddenly, the door groaned and cracked, and a deep rumbling noise shook the cavern. Slowly, the door parted, revealing the pathway beyond.

The sky was no longer their sky. It looked like someone had ripped a hole in the world and forgotten to close it. Strange stars burned overhead sharp and cold. They were too bright. Too close. They did not blink like normal stars. Maria felt like she couldn’t breathe. “That’s not possible,” she whispered. Elias stared at his device, but it had stopped working. The screen was frozen, covered in strange symbols. “It’s not just light,” he said. “It’s a doorway.”

And yet, they had no choice but to push forward. As they rounded a corner, they found themselves facing a massive stone door, covered in ancient runes. The air around it hummed with a strange energy, as if the door itself were alive. Lucas stepped forward, placing his hand on the cold stone. "It’s here," he said, his voice a mixture of awe and apprehension. "This is it." He reached for the door’s intricate handle, but as his fingers brushed against it, a low rumble filled the air. The ground beneath them trembled, and Elena’s heart skipped a beat. Something was awakening.

Damon's blade was slippery with the evil energy from the creatures he had vanquished, and Liora's light magic had faded to a faint glow. Damon remarked in a quiet, desperate voice, "We can't stay here." "The creatures will return more powerful." Kael gave a nod. "We must determine the next course of action." Almost simultaneously, the wall behind the anchor started to move. Slowly, a huge door that was pulsing with evil energy and carved out of obsidian appeared. Strange, incandescent markings covered everything, writhing and twisting like living beings, as if they moved on their own.

I looked behind when I heard the door open. He approached me. I stood up. He took my hand and took me into his room. I first saw the pink and blue balloon attached to the ceiling. I tightened my grip on Ethan's hand. Then he pulled me to enter fully. And that's when I saw the whole interior. I looked at what I stepped on, the rose petals were scattered. Then I looked up at what was in front of me. There were letters stuck on them. Forming the word ONE MONTH DOWN, FOREVER TO GO. I looked around and could only say one thing.

Another showing, a window in the room where the workers died blew out-not as if something had been thrown at it from the street, but outward. At the last showing, my client and I got stuck in the same room, the interior doors wouldn't open, but there are no locks on any of them; they just swing into other rooms. The lights flickered in the same pattern they had the time before. We could hear footsteps all over the building, but there was no one else there. When the footsteps stopped, the lights returned to a steady glow, and the doors opened as if they had never been jammed. If it was just one incident I may have been able to put a spin on it with my formidable marketing skills. Unfortunatel

“Ok stop overusing the word evil, April G said it’s starting to get annoying. Besides if there was an evil lair, I am sure we would come across it. April G took several steps backward until she accidentally not over a vase containing a pair of blue roses. As the vase collapsed to the ground, she noticed a strange symbol that looked like the silhouette of a dog to understand where the vase was. “What the heck? “April G said as she please turns hand on the symbol. The symbol released a green glow as the bookshelf shifted into a green door. “Whoa, “Bonnie and Liz made their way to April G’s side as they prepared to open the door. But to their surprise, there was no doorknob to pull or push it o

“It was preserved. For her.” The final door stood taller than all of them, carved with runes neither witch nor wolf could fully translate. Zara’s vision blurred the moment she stepped closer. The symbols shifted. Became faces. Voices. Moons. Blood. “Elira,” she whispered. “It’s echoing her.” She reached out and the door yielded—not unlocking, not opening, but folding away like mist in moonlight. And what lay beyond was not a chamber. It was a void. A vast hollow, pulsing like the inside of a heartbeat. In the center stood a single cradle of obsidian roots, tangled with veins of silver.