Sliding Closet Door Handle Novels & Stories

There is a single message on the phone. "Sit still and close the closet door." I was stunned for a few seconds when I read the message, at this moment, there was the sound of messy footsteps and the sound of the door opening. Because I was so scared, I didn't think much of it, so I slipped into the closet and gently closed the door. On the wardrobe there is a narrow enough slot to see the outside but outsiders can't see inside.

’’ I asked getting up from the toilet and walking towards the faucet to wash my hands. ‘’It sure needs to be in a hidden place.’’ He replied back in his swivel chairs and giving a devilish grin. Now that I think of it, he was sitting there all long, that only means that the door was controlled with a remote and didn’t have any handle. Wow! If this isn’t luxury, then what else is it? I thought to myself as I took slow slides closer till I was standing next to him and then boom, he shuts the door using the remote control.

I was not one to entertain fear, but sometimes when you had a lot to protect, it was unavoidable. “The walk-in robe,” I jerked my head to the door to my left. She sighed and did as instructed, sliding the opening door. “Pull the hanging shirts to the side,” “Which ones?” She drawled. “There's a whole heap,” I followed her to the cramped space, my front pressing up against her behind, as I leaned forward. “Start in the middle,” Ste separated the hung clothing, the clink of hangers skittered along the rail as she exposed the door behind with a keypad lock on the wall beside it. She glanced at me over her shoulder. “What's this?”

But I wanted to, and so I did. Shutting the door behind me, I ambled closer to the old dresser in the corner of the room, carefully raising the dusty cloth above it to peek underneath. It had drawers, and when I grasped one of them, the handle gave way, falling to the ground with a lowthunk. “Oops.”

I saw a handle beside the human size mirror, out of curiosity I pulled the door, and there I saw a walk-in closet with a tantalizing glam corner. I was eager to know more so I went inside and saw the most fashionable clothes with the most widely known brands. I went out of the bathroom and I saw twin doors covered with a thick curtain. I pushed the curtain to the side and sun rays came in lighting my face. This door led to the balcony, I pushed the door and went outside.

When I turned back to face Julian, he seemed hesitant to close the door. We didn’t have time to waste. The longer he waited to close the door, the more likely we would be caught in this hallway. I reached out, grabbed the door handle, and closed myself into the closet. The door had slats in it, on a diagonal facing downwards. I was confident that I was fully hidden in the dark, but I could see outwards okay enough. Mostly, because of the downward slant to the slats, I saw Julian’s shirt and his legs and feet, but it was comforting that I could see even that much.

A couple of steps from my own living room and now I am standing in front of the french door that Radj was talking about. The knob on this door is gold-plated as well. It's shinning and sparkling in cleanliness that I could almost see my reflection as I hold and push open the door. Featuring faux fur accents, marble countertops and a plush ottoman, this closet has a luxe and elegant look. Whoever works on the interior and the decoration of this walk-in closet and decided to incorporate full-length mirrors throughout the space to make it look more spacious, is brilliant. He or she knows what she is doing and I do love her for that.

It simply wasn’t in his nature. Ostensibly talking to Clare but really thinking aloud, he repeated some of the things he had noticed about the door earlier. “The pins for the hinges are on the outside, as well as the screws for the doorknob. That definitely doesn’t work in our favor. The door itself isn’t an exact fit for the frame, there’s a little bit of space all the way around. I think I can see some kind of slide lock or deadbolt.” “You’re right,” Clare said. “Whenever Big Daddy comes or goes, I hear him sliding the lock.”

Arsher has started haunting me. I can't even hear it without my stomach making those crazy fluttery flips. "Come over here, please," the man says, gesturing to our bedroom door. I follow him out into the corridor and he shuts the door behind us. I’m staring at the new handle. It looks sleek and silver, with a tiny glowing light on the sensor. "Press your thumb on it," he instructs. I slowly walk up to the door. There’s a tiny slot meant for the card and a small glass plate for my fingerprint.

On top of the cabinet are different figurines and sculptures, then close to it is a magnificent white dressing table that houses my very few beauty products, and an equally magnificent mirror with the same golden design on its edges. There are two walk-in closets on opposite sides of the room. One is for Vincent and the other, mine. A second door closer to my closet lead to the bathroom. In there, we have a two-men-sized tub and a separate bathroom with a sliding glass door, a toilet, and a marble vanity set up with two large mirrors attached to the wall.