The Faces In The Closet Novels & Stories

She would reach out to other families and see if anyone dared shelter us. I chose something else. I needed to speak to Lorenzo alone. I needed confirmation. I found him later that day in his private gallery. He stood before a marble statue, studying it in silence. The sculpture had no face, no eyes, no mouth, only smooth, unfinished stone where its features should have been. Its elegant body held a dancer's poise, suspended mid-movement. "Who is she?" I asked, stepping closer. Lorenzo turned at the sound of my voice. He gave me the same gentle look that had once ruined me.

But how about the noises? I looked back at the closet, but the sounds were gone. I don't see any strange things here, now I'm starting to believe that my imaginations are just really tricking me or maybe this closet is being haunted by Zack's mother. I groaned and messed my hair, sometimes when curiosity dawns on me I can't help but feel exaggerated emotions. I just put my attention back to the photo album I'm holding. The cover page is all white, plain, and old. There's a name written on it, 'Eleanor Maria Hernandez'

The door opened into a frigid office that had diagrams of the human body system on the walls. Dr Jake sat on the chair, looking dainty and immaculate in his white shirt and blue trousers. He brandished his guests a smile that showed his approval. Mrs Williams shut the door behind her and took a seat on the couch. Rosaleen stared blankly at the doctor she faced. He offered her a seat opposite him. He looked different from the previous moments she had seen him. His smile was so large you could barely see his brown eyes. Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee....

Claire's p.o.v; I pick myself up from my bed deciding that the moping time is officially over and look myself in the mirror. I am met with a ghost of me , the one with bloodshot red puffy eyes and heartbreak written all over her face. I go to the bathroom to wash my face before getting my clothes from the closet for a shower i so definitely need. I have washed my face but it isn't much help. My phone rings just when i leave the bathroom. It is justin videocalling me . I put it on the speaker.

When I got closer I heard sounds like a rat rampaging and just tearing things up. I gulped, what if… what if it’s a… Don’t think like that Theo! You’ve not been living with that creature so it’s not possible” I scolded myself. Before twisting the nob and slowly pushing the door open A head snapped towards me before returning back to what it was doing “Its good you’re here Theo, I kind of… need your help” He said again pulling his head out of the closet and pursing his lips. My eyes immediately diverted to the heap of fashion clothes on the floor.

Even when my eyes are open, I see the monster. Monsters are made to stay in your closet; well, they are under your bed too. Then, you need to ask yourself, does a cupboard constitutes as a closet for when I open a cupboard in the kitchen, guess what, his face is there. When I open the cabinet in the bathroom, his face is there.

West smiled as she entered the room,she was surprised to see her bags there at the side of the closet. She skipped towards the closet to take a look at it and found her few and Cheap clothes inside the closet. She smiled a bitter smile in self mockery " My clothes makes this Beautiful Closet less Attractive! what a Bad idea...." West shook her head at her ugly sets of clothes " So unfortunate of the closet!" West closed the closet and walked towards the bed and roamed her hands on the smooth bed and felt satisfied "What a wonderful night this would be!" She smirked as she walked towards the bathroom and gasped in utter shock.

When I opened the old creaky door all I see are mops, brooms, cloths, soap, and other cleaning supplies. I'm in a fake maid's closet, made for these secret tunnels the King has. Very peculiar, opening the door in front of me and I'm greeted by stares from young girls in their nightclothes.

It was filled with clothes, female clothes, and they were all brand new judging from the labels still attached on them. Her hand moved to take one of the dresses, but before she could touch it, a knock echoed around the room, startling her. Without thought, she shut the door of the closet and turned around sharply, fixing her eyes on the door. When the person knocked for the second time and did not make an attempt to open the door, Joan moved to the door and opened it. Her brows creased slightly when she saw the smiling young man from earlier. And even then, he had a smile on his face.

"Where's the panic room?" "Here," Karl said, ushering the three women into Jozef and Shaun's bedroom. Fatima scooped up Fitzy and carried him. Shaun clutched her hot water bottle and obediently followed Karl. Her mouth fell open in surprise when he escorted them through her huge closet and opened a panel at the back. She hadn't noticed it before as it blended into the wall. He punched in a code and the back of the closet disappeared as a door swung open. "You didn't tell me you had one of these," Fatima said accusingly to her daughter.