The Faces In The Closet Novels & Stories

It was replaced by built-in cabinets in an off-white finish. Every trace of my life, from books, awards, to pictures, was missing. The space was now furnished with clothes, bags, and shoes. My room in the apartment I had paid for had been converted into Cass’ walk-in closet.

And the face was my own. The attic door is open again tonight. But so is the closet. And somewhere in the dark, something that wears my face is waiting for me to stop pretending. I don’t know how long I can last.

he says and I nod my head,he calls Bassey and Bassey bends his head and leans his head near Kunle's ear and Kunle whispers to Bassey's ear. "Bassey please lead them to the closet". Bassey quickly walks In front of us and he leads us to the closet, the closet ls on the second floor. When we entered Into the closet,I opened my mouth and couldn't shut It because the closet was full of clothes , bags, shoes and Ties, jewelries and the room is so big. I stare because I didn't know when I said "wow". All the clothes there are limited wear, The costumier began to bring out the clothes, they were In a carton,she brings them out.

The leader clapped her hands once. “If she can even manage to look decent in them.” The younger assistant snickered as they rolled the empty racks back out. “Enough! Let’s go.” the leader snapped though her eyes glinted with the same mean humor. The door shut behind them leaving the faint smell of fabric and perfume behind. I stood in the middle of the room staring at the closet they’d stuffed. My throat ached from holding everything in. I wanted to scream, to smash the racks and to set fire to the stiff ugly clothes they thought were good enough to suffocate me.

The room was stunning, decorated in rich colors and textures. A large bed dominated the space, with luxurious linens and an array of pillows that seemed to invite relaxation. A massive walk-in closet stood to one side, its doors slightly ajar. I hadn’t paid attention or noticed this other wardrobe before, when I’d looked into the empty closet earlier. Curiosity stirred within me as I walked over, peering inside. What awaited me was nothing short of overwhelming. The closet was filled with a vast array of clothing—everything from casual wear to elegant dresses and, yes, seductive pieces that made my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

The call ended, and she felt a surge of newfound confidence rushing through her. Straining her posture, she returned to the group just as Damien clapped his hands. "So, are you all ready?" he asked with a broad smile. "Yes!" the participants cheered, clapping and exchanging excited looks. Suddenly, a soft mechanical hum broke the silence. At the far end of the room, a door slid open, unveiling a massive fabric closet. Shelves lined the walls, packed with rolls of luxurious fabrics in every color and texture imaginable, sourced from around the globe.

There was no sign of any of my old cloth inside the closet… including the trouser in which’s pocket I had put my mom’s red piece of cloth that I protected and cherished the most. My hands started to move things around frantically, but there was no sign of anything. Leaving the closet door open and the new clothes now lying in a pile of mess on the ground, I ran out of the room in panic, running toward Alessio’s bedroom. Without knocking, I stormed inside. He was sitting on the couch watching a video of Hardy tied to a pole in the dungeon of our pack house playing on the TV screen. His head snapped in my direction as soon as he heard my footsteps, “So quick?” he asked in surprise but then fro

The inside of Elena’s walk-in closet looked like a cyclone had hit a fabric store. She stood in front of her closet like a soldier facing an impossible battle. Dresses, skirts, and tops were strewn over every available surface, a colorful testament to her rising frustration. Dresses of every color and cut hung in a neat row, yet none seemed right for tonight.

I held his hands back to my bre*st, and begged him excessively before he went on with the massage. His laughter is destructive! Mr. Jack tossed me on the bed and expected me to close my eyes. Why do I have to close my eyes? This doubt won't leave my head, if I am going to die at least I need to see what will kill me so I can rest peacefully in the otherworld. I gave him the look in my eyes, only I can choose what to do with it. Mr. Jack smiled, stood up from the bed, and went to the cabinet standpoint, paused a bit before opening the closet. He pulled out some stuff that looked unusual to me.

After finding out the kitchen was empty, I went back to bed, but on my way, I found something intriguing. Ouch! I stubbed my toe! This damn closet... got in the... way. Since the layout of this room is the same as the apartment, this old closet is where my parent's wardrobe is. It has their clothes and a picture of us toge-... don't remember! I'm curious... what's inside. I want to know more about the person I'm indebted to. Is it a he or a she? Young or old? Are they even human? Hopefully...