The Faces In The Closet Novels & Stories

Walking into their room, I was met with smiley face which are more than enough to send Oliver's sketchy and sluty behavior away from my mind for a while. "Come and join us, Mom." Jake ran over to me and tugged at my hand as Jace yelled, calling me over. ~~ "Omg, this clothes looks so elegant." Jaymes was the first to cooe, his eyes gleaming as it ran over their new closet all pilled up with new designer clothes.

Something about that was off-putting. The large double doors were pulled open, and four men walked in, lifting a carrier—a woman sat inside, fully clothed, with a hood covering her hair and face. Carriers were a bit old-fashioned, but that wasn’t the first weird thing I noticed. The first thing I noticed was their odd clothing; the soldiers kept their faces wrapped in brown fabric, revealing only their eyes.

This is a good thing for us because my father can monitor the situation. “Okay, wait here. I just need to go to the comfort room.” He pointed at me. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?” I threw him an ‘okay sign’ and a smile. However, my stubborn ass began wandering around the floor. What could possibly go wrong? I looked at the antique interior and pieces of furniture and found them atrocious. Are animal parts still an aesthetic today? I also looked at the pictures on the cabinet. All of the people in the pictures were clad in black cloaks; no faces were seen. Strange.

They stopped in front of a tall set of double doors, and one of the women pushed them open. Inside, there was a room filled with soft light. Rolls of fabric—white, cream, silver, and deep red—hung from the walls. In the middle stood a single mannequin, dressed in an unfinished gown with a bodice made of lace that looked almost alive. Camela felt her throat tighten. “Why does it look like it’s… breathing?” A masked woman spoke up for the first time, her voice muffled. “Because it remembers.” “Remember what?” Camela questioned.

I whispered under my breath. An asshole kind of smile came over his face, the kind that reached his eyes.too. “This should be interesting.” “You need to hide.” "You really think they’re going to come into your bedroom?” “It’s not impossible, hide in the closet.”

A guard held up an iPad with the closet feed, and I snatched it from him. The image was on the screen. A dark silhouette stood in the middle of my dresses, not moving, but not hiding either. They just stood there like they had every right to be inside my closet. Their face was covered by the shadows, but their posture was relaxed, almost bored. Whoever it was knew the camera was back on. They knew I could see them.

He yells as he hits me in the face. Amidst the unbearable agony, I tightly gripped my face, frantically scanning my surroundings for a way out. Suddenly, my gaze fell upon the enigmatic closet he had spoken of. Despite my relentless attempts, my legs refused to cooperate, paralyzed by the remnants of the sedative. Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I summoned every ounce of determination to gradually drag myself towards the closet, resolute in my quest for sanctuary within its sheltering embrace. “I'll be back!” He snarls before slamming and locking the door behind him.

When I started college, I wanted a normal college experience, so I refused to use the black card my parents gave me. My roommate, Peggy Slade, was on need-based financial aid. Every day, she did two things. First, she'd sweet-talk her rich, hot online boyfriend and brag about him. Second, she'd make fun of me, the small-town nobody who couldn't even recognize designer brands. All my clothes back home were custom-made, so I honestly didn't know a single logo. I never bothered explaining. Her online romance was more entertaining than reality TV. Then one day, a screenshot of a money transfer popped up on her phone, and I caught a glimpse. 'Wait. She's using my photos for online dating?'

Too normal. My eyes swept across the room. Then landed on the closet. The door was closed. A faint whimper reached my ears. Ronan heard it too. Slowly, I walked over and wrapped my hand around the handle. The door swung open. A grin instantly appeared. “Well look at that.” Two familiar faces stared back at me. Two of the triplets. Curled together inside the closet. Trying very unsuccessfully to disappear. “We found two little chicken shits.” A laugh escaped before I could stop it.

She defines herself as a friendly person who can get along with people easily, not like Kai. The numbers four and five were the numbers that Raven pressed. Liana figured it's the top floor. They got to the 45th floor. There's a longue with a gray couch set and a glass table. They're the only people on the floor. Raven directed to a large brown door at the end of the lounge area. He only opened the door using her fingerprint, and cocked his head to gesture to Liana to go inside. "You're not gonna come with me?" Liana asked. It's just Kai inside, the woman she hates. She doesn't know why she's feeling nervous.