Scary Door Mga Nobela at Kwento

was watching her every move. Thinking of this, she ran to the door in terror and started wildly beating the wooden door. "Let me out! Why are you keeping me locked up? Let me out! I don't want to stay here. It's so scary. There are ghosts! Let me out! Aah... " Kisa roared, even adding a touch of terror and madness to her scream. Suddenly, footsteps echoed from behind her.

The sound of the wooden door resounded with the sounds that made people's brains prickle, Scarlet put all her strength into pushing the door, the light from outside illuminated every corner of the building. She glanced around, clearly feeling the desolation of this forbidden land. The stickers were peeling off in patches, on the ceiling, and cobwebs spread all over the path. There is a thin layer of dust on the floor, the items in the room are inherently luxurious, but they are cold and scary.

Amory had me measure the small room to the side of the garage door before we left the colonial. The next place we stopped at was the shop, which is currently closed. However, Amory goes to the back door and places her hand down on a scanner. Like the safe in her closet, it illuminates and beeps while blinking red three times before it turns green. The back door clicks open! She opens the door and an alarm blares loudly. Amory opens the panel to the side of the door, types her birth date in, and the alarm silences. I walk in with her, and she shuts the door behind us. The next room we walked into looked like the door hadn’t been open in years! “What the fuck is this?” I choked out as the dust

“Did you come to watch me get eaten?” “Something like that.” I walk closer but stop at a safe distance. The door doesn’t move, but I swear I can feel it watching us. “Any progress?” “Progress would mean not dying.” She kicks lightly at the floor. “I’ve tried every low-level opening spell I know. This thing doesn’t want to be opened. It wants to be fed.” I stare at the wood and rub my arms. ‘Creepy old door,’ Scar mutters. “Is it true?” I ask. “Does it really swallow people?”

The dust underneath is now so thick it’s like walking in a sandy field. And now he is here. In the end of the hallway framed by layers of cobwebs is a bare looking door with an ornate knob. Now what could be behind the mysterious door? Could be a cupboard where brooms are kept, or an old classroom. Van touches the dirty knob, and he felt a strange sensation. And his touch seems to disturb what lurks behind the door, for the strange moaning sound goes stronger. In fact it now resembles the whistle of the wind. Van could also hear scuttling sounds, like the stepping of feet.

You would’ve still be alive. And now, what do you want him to do, just what Lucas! He place it back on the shelf. And turn to glance at Beryl who was cowering beside the door. Her feet were shaking and she was all sweaty. She hadn’t thought it would be this scary. There were skeletons at the door. Blood on the doorpost. What did all that mean, there was a half dried thing, looking like a human beside the door. And a cloak was covering the bed. This was just his study what would the basement look like or his lab. How did he get to study with all these creepy things staring at him.

Chapter 38 Fear Bone chilling scream startled me in my pace, made me think twice before my leg dared to step forward in its direction. I was walking towards that dark pitched staircase with my hesitant steps. Drumming of my heartbeat was roaring in my ears, but still I was taking steps toward that large brown door whose metal was shining in the dandling bulb over it. I was staring at it standing over the staircase, thinking should I knock or not. But the thought of that scream made me walk down and stand in front of that door.

Typical horror movie scene. She picked the scalpel from the kidney tray and slowly made her way to the door. The doors pushed open silently, thankfully. She scanned the hall with her eyes. There was no one in the hall. But one thing caught her eyes. The glass doors that led to the morgue were swinging, as if someone had just walked through them. Common sense told her to leave, that it was dangerous being here with nothing but a scalpel to protect herself. But she foolishly chose to follow that curious part of her which pushed towards the still swinging doors.

* She exclaimed. I ignored her to focus on Scott. “What do you mean?” I asked him in a shaking voice despite my effort to stay composed. Scott’s eyes gleamed with malice as he stepped closer to me. “You’ll find out soon enough. But first… let’s see if you can survive what’s behind this door.” With that, he pushed the door open, revealing a swirling void of darkness and red, pulsing light. The faint blue glow of frost-covered walls sent a shiver down my spine. But it wasn’t the cold that made my stomach churn, it was Scott.

This is creepy as hell, I thought, my eyes darting around nervously. As I turned the corner, I noticed something strange that made me slow down. The doors here were different from the ones in the rest of the house—bigger, made of some dark wood or metal that seemed to absorb the light. And they had symbols carved into them, strange markings that made my skin crawl just looking at them. This place would definitely give me nightmares later; I was absolutely sure of it. When I finally reached the end of the hallway, standing before the last door, I reached out with a trembling hand. My fingers had barely touched the cold metal handle when I heard my name.