The Faces In The Closet Novels & Stories

A few seconds later, a middle-aged man walked in and said in a teasing voice, “What are you up to? Your face is so flushed.” “Oh, just feeling a little lonely. You know how it is,” Grace said in a playful, seductive tone. Suddenly, something slammed loudly against the closet door. It startled me so much that I almost let out a sound. Then, the whole closet started rattling. I could feel someone pressed against it. I could hear muffled murmurs filtering through the cracks, which made my face flush and my heart race. After what felt like an eternity, the closet door swung open. I squinted as the bright light almost blinded me.

The news hit Mom hard, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant. Her fingers trembled against the doorknob. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Only after a long moment did she snap back to reality. Her eyes were bloodshot as she rasped hoarsely, “What did you just say? Who’s dead? Daisy? No, that’s impossible… That girl is tough. There’s no way she’d die!” The police fell silent for a moment, looking at her with sympathy.

I peek inside and see Bronx laying down facing away from me. I make my way to the closet and close the door behind me to muffle any sound. I turn on the light, but that’s a waste. The closet is completely empty. “So you can create baking supplies, but not clothes?” I grit my teeth and whisper into the depths of the closet. “Thanks a lot.” A floorboard whines underfoot in protest. "Sorry. I know you're trying." I drop my shoulders.

~ELENA~ My chest tightens as I hold the key tight in my hands. Sophia Romano. What really happened to you? I move toward the closet on instincts. There are two closets in the room–one where my clothes are kept and the other that looks untouched, close to the shelf that was covered with a curtain. It's surprising how I have been in this room for days but I'm just noticing these things now. When I slide the door open, air rushes out—cold, stale, untouched.

Sebastian sneaks out swiftly before Scar can snap out of that breathtaking kiss. Dare not to attract attention to him, Scar has to watch him slip along the wall out of her sight. She can’t see his location after only one or two seconds. All she knows is, that the two men in the room haven’t noticed anything on this end of the abandoned plant. But they are searching their way over to her. The closet has an in-wall cabinet, and half of its door missing. From what it looks like, it’s for the cleaner’s work jacket and tools. Inside it hangs a huge, blue jacket but no pants or any other. And on the left corner a dirty, empty basket.

she said with her face full of smiles and dragged a nervous Elle into her closest "Wow" Elle said amazement as she stepped into the closet, honestly, the closet looks bigger than the bedroom. The walls were covered in white paint and, so were the shelves. A table laid in the middle of the closet with a pink flower on it and, a chandelier hung above the table appropriately illuminating the entire closet. On her clothing shelf, all of the clothes were arranged according to their type and each section was arranged according to their colours and, her shoe section was also arranged in such manner.

A smile widens across my face as I watch the effects my touches have on them. A faint breeze from the AC has me glancing down at my exposed chest. The events from yesterday flash in my mind, and a blush begins to heat my skin. After spending only one day with them, they had seen more of my body than anyone else. I shuffle down the bed slowly. I need to find a shirt and clear my head. My feet touch the soft carpet in silence. I open the door to the room-like closet. Half the closet has women's clothes in it, and I smile. I wonder if they will mind me borrowing their relative's clothes.

Mamakulu said standing beside the closet door. "Alright" I said giving her a smile "I'll be fast". "Take your time" She said. I just smile and walk inside. I switch on the light as I walk in then stop mid way as I access the closet. Everything is just out of place. I remove my niqab then I put my palm on my face while saying "I didn't see anything". I walk directly to where his suit jackets are kept, underneath it, there is a small opening that is not that visible. I open it and put my hand inside but is empty. I check again but is still empty.

He had that similar stone cold expressionless face, just like his master. I closed the door and strode deeper into the room, it was beautiful. Just like the one in the palace. The walk-in closet was filled with female clothing, shoes and other items. I wondered if he usually keeps women, but then I recalled that anyone he sleeps with dies. So why then is the closet always filled with high-end expensive clothing. I opened my bag and brought out the silk gown I had packed earlier from the palace and hung it properly in the closet.

he urged. I nodded, my heart racing. "I promise," I whispered. Clinton slammed the wardrobe door shut, enveloping me in darkness. The front door gust open and I heard hurried footsteps. I covered my mouth, suppressing a scream. I peeked through a small gap in the wardrobe and masked men surrounded Clinton, beating him up. He fought back, landing punches and kicks, but they were too many. A figure stood apart, watching the chaos. From my view, it was a huge man but I couldn't see his face. His voice rang out, cold and detached.