The Faces In The Closet Novels & Stories

Three children— around eight or nine years old—already running around screaming and playing tag, a couple of women with Brooklyn accents, about forty-two necklaces layered on top of each other, too-painted faces, and big hair. The men had hard, criminal faces. It was impossible for Genevieve to understand how their women went along with all this, pretending to be oblivious. It was impossible to be oblivious. Those faces said death and broken bones. Those faces said you have forty-eight hours to get me my money or you’re losing your kneecaps.

"Open the closet. Look for the black velvet jewelry box on the top shelf." I walk into the walk-in closet. It's bigger now—she knocked down a wall to expand it. My clothes are long gone, replaced by racks of sequins and fur. I scan the shelves, memories flashing like strobe lights. Alexander buttoning his shirt here. Me laughing as I tried on dresses. This room is filled with ghosts. And now, it is tainted. I spot the black box. I reach up, ignoring the twitch in my side, and pull it down.

The day I was released from prison, I was wearing old clothes that had been washed so many times they had lost their color. I was so thin that I was little more than skin and bones. I looked nothing like the bright, handsome Carter Quince I had been five years ago. Riley West was waiting outside in her car. “Carter, you’re finally out.” I looked up, revealing a face that wasn’t mine, covered in scars. There was even the word "trash" carved into it.

Two white chairs were positioned in front of it, inviting anyone to sit and take their time. Approaching the closet door, anticipation welled up within Catherine. She flung it open, revealing a spacious walk-in closet already filled with a dazzling array of clothes. Along the center of the closet, tall shoe racks stood in an orderly line, showcasing stilettos, flats, and sneakers in abundance. Hayden looked at her with a mix of hope and fear. "Don't you like it? I'll make adjustments, but please don't say anything to any of them," she pleaded, anxiety etched across her features as she followed Catherine into the closet.

Up close, she looked older than me by a few years, maybe early thirties but it wasn’t just age that set us apart. It was the way she moved. Because if Lauren knew Enzo and still walked around here this calm, then she knew exactly what kind of man he was. I swallowed. She must have noticed my wandering gaze because she tilted her head slightly. “There are others in the walk-in closet,” she said casually. I blinked. “The… what?” She laughed softly and gestured toward the far wall. “The closet. It’s behind that panel door. You probably didn’t see it when you woke up.”

she giggles, the sadness quickly morphed off her face. I go into the bedroom decorated for two little girls, and Tris shows me their closet. To my surprise, there are a lot of clothes in here. I’m so shocked that the girls have an entire wardrobe, but the issue immediately makes sense. Most of the clothes in the closet are flowery, but I can tell a man definitely chose these outfits. It’s very masculine in here, and Tris’ outburst adds up. As I start sifting through the different bathing suits that are the size of the four-year-old, I hear her start to giggle. I whip my head around, at first fearful she’s doing something bad. But she just giggles into her hand.

the old woman said with a small feeble voice. Emery simply nodded and opened the doors of the closet. The creaking sounds even made the atmosphere creepier, making the others step back as they held each other’s hands. Who knows? Some entity might just suddenly jump out to get them. However, only some old clothes were hanging in there and their meister pushed them to the left side before stepping inside. She fumbled around it for a while before they heard a small click and the very next second, a small entrance appeared on the right side of the closet.

Everything is great I say and his eyes watch mine I'm not sure if he can see through my lies but he dosent react if he does. The bathroom is connected to our room right through the double doors there and the closet sits just next door to it on the opposite side, You should be able to find something in there more suitable for dinner. I will give you a few moments to get your self together and I will wait for you in my study. Looking a litttle defeated he turns to walk away so I call out to him Mr. White, everything is truly lovely Im sorry if Im not as estatic but Im working on it. with that I pick up my small suitcase and walk over to the closet and I hear the click of the room door shutting

she turned around with a stony face while speaking instead. "Wait! I have to change my clothes first!" my calling made her halt and slowly face me with her hands on her waist. Her stern look was making me impossible to talk. I wasn't afraid of her but I was confused. "Hurry up!" "Ah! Okay!" just two words that she coldly let out dazed me. I hurriedly closed the door. My eyes took notice of the wide cocoa-colored victorian closet just by the full-length mirror. As my hands swung the two-door wardrobe open, my vision chased the hanging outfits in different shades, designs, and seasons.

I say giving her a hug too before turning around and walking to the room I was staying in. I get in shut the door and walk to the closest. I take a deep breath before opening the door. The scent of my guys hits me full force and my knees almost buckle. I take another deep breath in letting their scents calm me. When I’m calm enough I walk in and grab the first shirt I see on the right and the first pair of basketball shorts I see on the left. At the very back of the closet was women’s clothes. I carefully walk towards the back feeling a prickling of hurt in my chest. Why do they have women’s clothes in the closet if they don’t have anyone?