Scary Door Novels & Stories

"There's someone there." It made Donald laugh. "What?" "The door. Oh my god. The fucking door, Donald!" I wanted to jump out of this scenario, hide under the bed, or flee into the closet, but I couldn't. When the hulking monster pried open the door to our bedroom, I froze in terror and remained still.

It's just a strong mouth, but if he's really moving, he's still afraid. Suddenly an unsavoury voice sounded very slowly blocking the blow he was about to hit her. She looked over and saw that behind him was a lazy man leaning against the wall in his hand holding a lighter engraved with the image of a tiger that looked very fierce. She realized that he was a man who had been hiding among the people on the second floor, his loving face just a glimpse for others to remember not only her. The lights in the hallway are not too bright but clearly depict each stroke like a statue carved on the man's face, both cold and mysterious. He was like a hunter hiding in the dark waiting for his prey to arri

They seem scary and they are dangerous. As she peered out of the doorway, she heard a sound as if people were opening the door in the room. She did not move for fear. Suddenly the door of the bathroom swung open. A man is standing in front of him half-naked. He had short black hair and he looks like a model.

I tilt my head back and slip the key easily into the lock. As I push the door open, a stale, rotten smell drifts out. But before I can register the smell, my eyes catch a distorted figure in the darkness. A frightened scream escapes my lips, burning my throat

As gorgeous as the room was, no one was in it. “Where are they?” Jamira was as confused as I was. She turned to face me, then grabbed my hand. She pulled me along as she dragged me down the hall to another door. This door was the color of blood. As I looked at it, I could see the color move like water. It was like someone actually put blood on the door, and it was steadily flowing down. Nothing hit the floor, nor came from above the door. The door knob was a skull. “Are we going in there?” I asked, trying to pull my hand away. I didn’t want to go through that door. The idea of what could be behind it scared me… A lot scared me.

They walked into one of the rooms and I stepped out from behind the pillar. I walked far from that door incase they come out and caught me.I froze, a very weird smell filled my nostrils.Somehow it feels familiar.I stepped forward towards the closed door but the moment I stood in front of it, blood was all I could see.I stepped back in fear and stared at that door before going away from there.I couldn't help but look back.What could be behind that door. Sighing, I shrugged it off and finally found a door which had a butterfly sculpture beside it.I pushed open the door and my mouth agape in amazement.

That only made me feel more nervous. Finally, we got in front of the door number 39. Jay placed his hand on the door, this time the whole surface of the door worked as a scanner. It surprised me to the point I stepped back. This kind of fancy security systems made me feel like I had stepped into a science fictions movie. The door opened and Jay causally entered the room. “Come on inside! No time to chicken out!” he chuckled.

When the final card, 'The Lovers', was set down, the entire hall exploded in a blinding white light. [System Notification: The Gate of Salvation has opened.] [You must pass through the Gate of Salvation before midnight.] [We wish you a pleasant game.] When the white light faded, three ornate doors stood in the hall. Sarah stood before the first door. Her Fear Value read 89%. Mark stood before the second. His Fear Value read 92%. The third door... was mine. My door was the most magnificent, made of white marble and gold, with four exquisite heart-shaped locks on it.

"All will be well, someday." "I hope so," I say. "Hendrix?" "Mhmm?" He replies. "Why were the maids scared to come down this hall?" I ask, curiosity filling my eyes. "I don't know," he shrugs, but a part of me says he is lying. "We're here," Hendrix announces, leading me to a massive black door. The ornate door is imposing, it's dark wood and heavy brass knobs looking ominous. It seems as though the door itself is designed to instill fear in anyone who lays eyes upon it.

She wanted to go out of the room but the door closed up. "Show yourself... Didn't you wanted to have an audience with me," She said. "Are you scared of a seer" She yelled. Immediately, Cara looked up in response to the sound of an opening door. She could no see through the door as it was dark inside. She moved backwards a little bit and on a stance ready to fight whoever was going to come out through the door.