The Closet Game Novels & Stories

Eva agreed. They walk towards their room but before they even reach their door, they notice the door next to their's was ajar. Something was swaying in the air inside. It looks lik something dawned at them that made them lookd at each other before pushing the door wide open. What they saw next was something they would remember for the rest of their lives. It was Giselle who cried first for she and Violet were close. Eva was standing behind Violet remembering the last thing she said to her.

I took care of the problem harshly enough to ensure there wouldn't be any future problems, and I moved on. Resolving the Lau situation, on the other hand, required patience. It was a virtue I wasn't familiar with, and it stretched tight over me like an ill-fitting suit. The echo of my footsteps faded as marble floors gave way to carpet. I'd visited enough mansions with similar layouts to guess where the restroom was, but I bypassed it in favor of the solid mahogany door at the end of the hall. A twist of the knob revealed an office styled after an English library. Wood paneling, overstuffed leather furniture, forest green accents.

And then someone knocks on the door. “Sorry to interrupt,” Weston calls from behind the door, “but I need the kid soap.” Quinn and I untangle. “Right now?” Quinn asks. “Yeah. Jackson threw up all over himself and he has a thing about getting shampoo in his eyes.” Quinn picks up the bottle, shakes off as much water as she can and tosses it by the door. “You can grab it,” she calls. The bathroom is a jack-and-jill style, with doors going to both Quinn’s old room and the one Jackson stays in. Wes opens the door just a crack and grabs the soap for Jackson.

I say, draining my coffee. We step out onto the gallery floor just in time to see Gabrielle walking in, her heels clicking against the polished floor like a metronome. She glances at me briefly, her expression blank, before moving on to someone else. "Well, look who's actually on time today," Rob whispers dramatically, and I stifle a laugh.

I had always envied several things in Jeanette’s life since we were kids—her pinball machine, her collection of Barbies (especially the ones with the short hair that Mom never let me get because she thought it might make me want to cut mine). I watched Jeanette walk into her closet and didn’t come out for a while. For a moment, I thought something bad had happened because people weren’t supposed to spend that much time in a closet. Until I walked to the closet, only to find out it was a door in disguise. I slowly tried to open it as I placed my hand on the door knob of the closor—a combination of the words ‘closet’ and ‘door’ I had made up three seconds ago when I realized there was more to

The queen size bed looks comfortable and the ceiling-high closet is empty except for spare sheets, comforter and pillows. I walked out of the room and back to the beginning of the corridor to try the first door on the right side. This is a laundry room, which also serves to stock household products and cleaning appliances. I wonder if he take the house cleaning himself, he seems to be a rather busy person and seeing how the house is spic-and-span, I don't know how he would have the time to do so, I guess he had a cleaning person. The next door opens to the media room, and there goes my interest. There are comfortable recliners as well as a large couch to watch movies. I decided to stop my ex

I closed the box quickly like shutting it would somehow shut down my thoughts too. The room felt different now. Not soft. Not safe. Every object around me suddenly looked staged. Calculated. The books arranged perfectly on the shelves. The untouched vanity. The bed made too neatly. Even the perfume bottles lined carefully near the mirror began feeling deliberate somehow. Like I was standing inside a performance. I forced myself to breathe slowly. Think. Don’t react emotionally. I slid the box back into the compartment exactly how I found it, then closed the hidden panel carefully until it disappeared completely into the wall again.

I thought back to that tiny detail from the fifth loop. No. 99 had said, "There's no winner in this game. The only way for you to live is to kill me, but then you become the next me." That was a paradox. Killing him meant losing, because I would become the next hunter. But not killing him also meant losing. So, what if this "room"—or rather, this "game arena"—was fake to begin with? I remembered the fifth loop. I never saw the changes in the numbers on the elevator. He just appeared from the elevator after a Ding, like an NPC spawning in an online game.

Raising his eyebrows he open his door and said "Come let me show" I shrugs as I open my side of the door then hop out of the car. We walk in side by side and enter the prince parlor. The moment I step my leg in his massive walk in closet, my jaw drop. The jerk have a freaking under ground walk in closet. Just beside his room there is a door, when you open it, it lead you to a hallway, which lead you to the door of his underground closet. Adam was right. I can easily get lost in this place, If am not wrong, his closet may be the size of our whole house.

he explained as he picked something from the table in the room and made his way out. “ Where can I get spare clothes? ” I called out . “ There should be just enough clothes in the closet for you ” he yelled back. Ensuring that the door was locked, I made my way to the closet... Hol'up… Where exactly is the closet?? I stared at the room trying to figure out which door was the closet but rather they all lead to other rooms or hallways. What the hell is going on here??? Reaching a glass wall with a crack I decided to try my lunch and push. I noticed it was slide door which glided smoothly revealing a room filled with clothes shoes bags and everything single thing a lady would need to look good.