The Closet Game Novels & Stories

" Tristan's voice was thick with tears by the time he was done speaking. However, I simply looked at him coldly while peeling his fingers away from my hands. "It's too late, Tristan," I said. "I've already left the closet, and I'm never going back inside ever again." Tristan had confessed his true feelings much too late.

“You’re here too.” She blinked. “Here where? What is this? Am I dreaming?” At this point, she didn't even want to deal with the person in front of her. She was also unsure how she should react to him, who seemed really cautious while talking to her. This time, Shane didn’t answer right away. He unfolded a newspaper in his lap, before he showed it to Farrah. On the front page was a single headline: “Seven Chosen for the Game of Sins.”

I asked as she went for a towel close to the bathroom. Her clothes were downstairs, and her mum would have seen it. "You have to hide in the closet," she whispered. She went over to the closet, opened it and gestured that I enter. It was a big closet, big enough to hide three bodies. But the clothes I saw in the closet didn't look like clothes Maya would put on. "Is this your mum's room?" I asked, hesitating to enter the closet. "Yes, it is, but that's the best option right now."

Uneasy, she quickened her steps, eager to reach the elevator. As the dim lights flickered overhead, the silence of the place felt oppressive. Then, a sudden, sharp sound of footsteps echoed behind her. Before she could react, a cloth—soaked in a pungent-smelling chemical—was pressed to her face. She struggled to breathe, panic rising in her chest, before her world finally went dark. As Jessica was recalling all this, the black cloth over her eyes was ripped away. She never expected the first person she saw after waking up to be Cameron. It looked like they were in an abandoned parking lot.

“There's actually no need for that, you know. You can just show me what's behind the door. What if I fall when I close my eyes?” “Do you really think we'd let you fall?” Alpha Theo asked, and I pursed my lips and reluctantly closed my eyes. I heard the door open, and they slowly led me in and walked to a point, and then asked me to open my eyes. I gasped immediately I did because I hadn't expected what I saw. The room had been arranged and decorated to be the bedroom for twin babies. They had placed two baby cots, wardrobes, some mats on one side for playing, a big bed on one side, and a lot of other things.

Marissa read hers, "I'm a single Mom's daughter, I was gravely ill, not later I found out the medicine she bought as cure is poisoning me so I had a hidden grudge on her. I'm a killer. The target will be blindfolded and hide from the killers, and the killers can choose to catch the target and tickle her or help her escape the other killers. The blindfolded target can have a chance to stop the tickling if he or she will be able to name the killer in front of her. We played the game afterwards after explaining it briefly to them. The game appeared to be fun and successful, if I do say so myself. "That was fun!" Marissa said, panting from running all afternoon. "Yeah," they all said.

Chloe followed her inside. "Let's see what we have in here," Lily's voice echoed from the closet. "We should find something exceptionally comfortable for today." I slowly got up from the chair, dragging my blanket with me as I walked toward the closet doors. I expected the shelves to be mostly bare, or perhaps filled with old garments belonging to the ghost who came before me. But as I stepped inside, my jaw dropped in absolute shock. The massive closet was completely filled with brand-new, exquisite clothing. Rows of soft cashmere sweaters in gentle pastels, elegant dresses tailored from finest fabrics, warm silk pajamas, and pairs of fine leather boots and soft slippers—all neatly organize

He clenched his hands and huffed, "Ingrid, you can't go back—" His speech cut off abruptly as his gaze fell upon the object I was holding. He was stunned to see it. It was a prosthetic leg. Charles mumbled, "You…" I said, "I invested in a medical equipment company a while back. This is their newest model—001. You'll be its first and last owner." As those words left my lips, I smiled warmly at him. Charles slowly let out the breath he had been holding. Then, he smiled too. "This belongs exclusively to me, then?" he asked breathlessly.

Hilda, who was looking at her phone in the closet suddenly heard noises coming from next door. Nathan's closet was just next door and it was as extensive as a whole store room, considering his status. Tons of men's clothing, shoes and watches were piled up in his locker room. There were even a number of items of big brands that had yet to appear on the market.

He turns us to the right. There the space is empty for the most part. A robe hangs on a hook by the door. At the end of the empty racks, another space for shoes takes up a portion of the wall. Three pairs of fuzzy slippers in yellow, green, and Giants orange are illuminated by the overhead lighting. We walk farther into the closet where a large white square dresser takes up the middle of the space. He pulls open the top drawer a small amount. There's a flash of pink before he closes it again.