Scary Door Novels & Stories

and besides, I've seen more guts and dead bodies in my life to be scared of ghosts. I stood up and reached for a pair of scissors on my desk and leaned on the door. I could hear someone walking and stopping in front of my door as if hesitating to come in or what. I reached out for the doorknob and got my sharp scissors ready. *Sound of door knob* "Wha-"

As instinct I first assumed it was coming from outside but very next second I realized that this barging was coming from inside this room and to be more specific from behind me…. I split second I turned around and what I saw in front of my eyes brought out the most scariest scream I had ever gave out “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………………………………………………………………….” I screamed so loudly that my own ears started to hurt as I took as step back and squashed my body on metal door behind me….. I knew I could not pass through metal door like some magic but yet I tried and prayed for you because what my eyes were witnessing were the GHOST……………..

Chapter 175 I freeze, my breath trapped halfway between my ribs and throat. The metallic rattle echoes through the stone walls, bouncing back to me like the warning hiss of something alive. My pulse stumbles. The door opens, slowly, as if the person on the other side is savouring my fear. A tall man steps in. His face is hidden behind a black scarf, his eyes are small, sunken, like the colour of burnt wood. Behind him, dim yellow light spills from the hallway, catching the dust that drifts like lazy ghosts.

Curly kept an eye on the scrying surface while Scarecrow moved into the center of the room directly in front of the door. And then we all waited. I could hear all three of us breathing: my breaths shallow and ragged, Curly’s even, and Scarecrow’s a little too fast. He was scared, despite the magical barrier, which I could see faintly in the doorway now that I looked for it. A slight shimmer, fuzzy, a little bit like a very thin sheet of that frosted glass people used for bathroom windows.

My feet feel super heavy as I walk up to the front door, like they know something really bad is waiting inside and they're trying to stop me from going in. The door makes this really creepy squeaking noise when I push it open, like something from those scary movies I can never watch all the way through. The hallway's all dark except for this one light coming from the living room, and it makes everything look all weird and scary, like something's not right. "Hello?" I call out, and my voice bounces back at me all echo-y and strange. Nobody answers me back. It's that kind of quiet that makes you want to turn around and run as fast as you can in the other direction.

I slide the door open, taking a peek first. “Lucian?” I don’t see or hear anyone, just a dusty room with plastic wrappers covering the furniture in here. The room looked like something straight out of a horror movie. “Lucian” I call again. Maybe he’s already left… or I came too earlier? The second I’m fully in, however, the door behind me gets shut with a loud banging sound, causing me to turn around swiftly, staring at it. It takes a second for it to hit me. “Lucian?” I call, feeling fear fill me quickly

"You see, she's a little sentimental. But personally, I think it's useless. What's the use of trying to leave it as it is it if they're not coming back anyway?" They both stepped on the porch. Only by then did Dylan realized that the door is bigger than what he expected when they’re by the gate. As soon as Ulysses unlocked the doorknob, a creepy squeaking sound echoed in the entire manor. This made both of them to have goosebumps all over their body. It sounded the same as the ones on horror films. “Geez, I wonder when’s the last time this door is opened.” Ulysses forced a smile on his face, trying to look like he’s not creeped out.

My throat went dry, my pulse erratic, my body reacting in ways I couldn’t control. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t right. Another turn… And then I saw it. A door. Black. Unmarked except for a small sign bolted to it. RESTRICTED AREA. KEEP OUT. My instincts screamed at me to stop. But the footsteps behind me were getting closer. I didn’t think. I shoved the door open, slipped inside, and slammed it shut behind me—pressing my back against it as I struggled to breathe. Before I could even exhale in relief, the aura in the pitch-dark room flared and a terrifying chill ran down my spine. A powerful intoxicating masculine scent slammed into my senses. Hard.

I get by the there and almost feel like fear starts to crawl up my back fear of what’s on the other side fear of what’s hidden ‘BANG’ I fall to the ground ‘BANG’ scrambling to my feet I take a few steps away from it . The banging continues along with a growl , and I could have swore I heard claws being scratched on the other side of this huge door . I don’t know what possessed my body but I start to get closer to the door so I can peak through the key hole and see that kind of monster was capable of this kind of strength and capable of shaking this entire hall .