Scary Door Novels & Stories

And there's a huge splatter of a dark substance on the door that looks like it's going to fall anytime soon. My eyes rakes around the room and I notice all sorts of scary things hanging by the corners. But the most fearful of them all, is my name plastered with blood on the front porch, my mouth hangs open and I break out in cold sweat. Suddenly, the door falls open and an unmistakable silhouette of a person with crows clustering around enters, one that makes my legs quake in terror. Then, a sound pierces the stillness—a flapping noise, like thousands of crows were oncoming.

“This wound is no ordinary scar. It’s a mark. A seal that binds me to something they fear—and something they would kill to claim.” Soren’s heart slammed against his ribs, his mind spinning. He wanted to demand more, to tear the truth from Travian’s lips before it was too late. But the chance never came. The pounding started at the door. Not the light knock of a healer. Not the cautious tap of an ally. But fists—heavy, unrelenting, shaking the wooden frame with each blow. Dust rattled down from the beams above as the door strained beneath the assault. A guttural snarl followed, each word dripping with menace: “Open the door. Now.”

My eyes darted to the dresser I had shoved against the door, my one fragile barricade. The silence continued. The sound of something dragging slowly against the doorframe could be heard. My knees weakened, my body locking in place. I didn’t dare make a sound. The voice came again, quieter now, almost a whisper. “Scarlett…” I nearly screamed. Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness. Goddess please. My eyes widened in horror as the jingle of keys resounded from the other side of the door. They successfully opened it. The door didn't budge.

Brian was too disturbing and stupid at the same time and it made her wonder if he was really the alpha's son. Finding her way back to where Aldophus had stood minutes ago, she couldn't find him except in two corridors. One to the left and the other to the right. Sara went towards the corridor on the right and saw a large door made from black wood. The carvings on the door were like that of signs and creatures. She pushed the door but it didn't bulge. "Something must be in here," she murmured, forgetting about Adolphus. Sara drew backwards and rushed towards the door but nothing. It didn't open.

I look at my hand hanging in the air, only a few inches away from the knob, shaking uncontrollably, for I feel this sudden painful coldness creeping up my arm, and the once muffled voices are now clearer, I recognize the screams, the cries for help, the begging, the groans, and the terrifying growls of threat… Terrified, I look down from my shaking arm to the knob and immediately pull my hand back, disgusted by the rust and the...blood? Why is there blood on the knob, I take a couple of steps back, the further I get the less cold and scared I feel and thus I keep on retreating until I am in the furthest corner from the door, I stare at it with terrified eyes while letting the safety I felt e

Kitty's eyes drifted towards the door, and she saw someone's shadow by the door. "Who's there" She screamed but the person didn't responded. "There is someone by the door." Kitty said to Sarah. "I see it. Who's standing there?" Sarah screamed as well, but still the person didn't respond. Kitty stood on her feet, her gaze fixed at the door, as she moved two steps forward, the sound of her heels made her felt uneasy. She didn't realize that she was still on her heels. Her gaze quickly travelled to her legs and then back to the door, but then, the shadow was no longer there.

The only sounds were their footsteps and the faint chirping of birds somewhere far away. In front of them stood a large wooden door. It used to be a rich mahogany color, but now it looked old and gray. The detailed carvings were almost hidden under dirt. A heavy brass knocker shaped like a gargoyle hung in the center, still and eerie, as if it was watching them. Cheska reached out, her hand shaking a little, and pushed the door. It wasn’t locked. The door opened slowly with a long, creaking sound. Inside was a huge entrance hall, almost completely dark. A cold, stale air rushed out and hit them. It smelled like dust and something old… mixed with a strange scent, like dried flowers and someth

Much to my relief I yanked it off fairly easily and sprinted to the door that Malikai and Zeke both entered and exited from but to no one's surprise it door didn't push open like I wish I would. More panicked tears started steaming down my face as I heard screams and struggling on the other side of the door. I banged and slammed on the door begging for freedom. But then there was an audible thud a key jingle and then the door made a quiet click as if it was unlocked from the other side. The door slowly opened and I cowered away from the door fearful of the person who may or may not be opening my only exit. I squeezed my eyes closed in absolute terror as someone sloppily stumbled into the roo

He whisper-shouted close to the nape of my neck ,his humid breath striking my skin like a lightning bolt. "Shhh..."I harshly went , my eyes locking gazes with the inconspicuous metal door, painted in the darkest of the darkest tones of black ,which screamed Charlotte Dawson with its dark themed art which comprised of a really detailed skeleton, more like a Jolly Roger with a bunch of other smaller 3D skeletons and snakes, a coffin etched at the top with the words R.I.P TO WHOMEVER THAT WOULD BE TEMPTED TO TOUCH THIS LOCKER! How cute of her to think that empty threat would scare me.

The door was a rusty metal one with only a small rectangle peep hole at the middle. My mind raced with thoughts on who must’ve done this and it only sums up to one name, Victor. On cue, I hear heavy footsteps that echoes through the hallway and seems to get louder and louder as they come closer to my door. The locks of the metal door clanks loudly before it opens slowly with a screeching sound. Victor whistles and laughs menacingly as he walks in. “Well, well, well…..” My heart rate picks up in fear as he walks closer to my bed while I struggle to shuffle back but the chains on my ankles couldn’t let me move an inch. His sunken green eyes glares down at me as he gives me a wide creepy smile.