The Faces In The Closet Novels & Stories

The way Paul and Beth laugh is humiliating. "Look, you two! Whatever you may be thinking about me right now is completely false. I did not get laid last night, and I am not hiding anyone in this closet!" The humorous looks on their faces are replaced with shock. It takes me a minute to realize that Sebastian has now opened the closet door, and is standing closely behind me. "Hello," he greets to them both. ***

I made it straight to his closet. Sensor lights i'mmediately came on and I felt my jaw drop. It was a walk in closet. A his and hers closet. But the hers side seemed bigger and the clothes that hung everywhere seemed brand new. Rows of dresses and shelves of shoes. A marbled island in the middle and a see through glass counter top.

I made it straight to his closet. Sensor lights i'mmediately came on and I felt my jaw drop. It was a walk in closet. A his and hers closet. But the hers side seemed bigger and the clothes that hung everywhere seemed brand new. Rows of dresses and shelves of shoes. A marbled island in the middle and a see through glass counter top.

he grunted, as if I were an underpaid stagehand interrupting his rehearsal. Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. I slipped inside, eyes fixed firmly on the top shelf where the bleach usually sat, doing my best not to step on any discarded clothing or… fluids. The closet was narrow, the air thick with the sour-sweet tang of too many overlapping perfumes, and I had to brush past them more than once just to reach the mop bucket. Each time, I felt a prickle under my skin, like standing too close to a live wire of hormones. “Close the door on your way out,” Fitch drawled lazily, his voice low, commanding—almost predatory. The kind of tone that made half the girls here swoon and the other half sharpen

His face was wet with tears. And yet he immediately stood before us. Between me and the closet. The older Noah remained in the door. He saw the opening gap and whispered only: “Too late.” Everything was quiet down in the house. Don't calm down. Empty. No voices of children. No crying. No sea. Nothing. Like the whole house was waiting for this one moment. The closet opened completely. Darkness. No clothes. No shelf. Just black. Lower than a cabinet could be. A room.

Finally, they managed to kick the door down. I switched on my flashlight and shone it into the room. "Don't come in here! Don't come in here!" There was a woman hiding inside. She was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, dressed in my silver long-sleeved pajamas. She had a fruit knife in her hand, which she pointed at us. I gave her a look, smiling coldly. Then, I peered into the garbage can outside the door. There were tissues covered in semen inside! It turned out that Zane was hiding a woman in the house and getting busy with her here!

Not a dream. Emily looked around again. The closet door in front of her opened. As she recalled, she had closed the door tightly after picking up the clothes. "Krieett!" The door opened slowly. She now knew where the voice had come from. Emily's breath was tight, after a long time the creature did not return. But now she came back to Emily. That woman. The woman in the white dress had a sinister face, with the same appearance, she crawled out of the closet slowly. Emily's tears flowed. She backed away until she hit a wall. Emily tightened her legs and covered her eyes with a pillow.

I was about to try to pull myself up again when I suddenly felt hands on my shoulders and within just a few seconds, I finally felt my body being lifted by someone and I heard an angry scream. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, about what was inside, that's why when I was already in front of the door, I immediately opened it. My eyes widened, and I was stunned by what I saw. It is a big walk-in closet and has so many women's clothes and other things! Is all of this for me?! On both sides of the room hung a large number of clothes. There are dresses, nightwear, jeans, formal attires, and much more. They are neatly stacked and even color coded.

The room was a fashionista's paradise, with floor-to-ceiling shelves lined with exquisite gowns, dresses, and tops in every color of the rainbow. The closet was immaculately organized, with each item carefully placed and spaced to maximize the available space. Lian's eyes widened as he scanned the room, taking in the sheer number of beautiful clothes on display. He walked further into the closet, his feet sinking into the plush carpet. The air was filled with the scent of fresh fabric and the soft glow of LED lights highlighted the intricate details of each garment. Lian's fingers trailed over the fabrics, feeling the softness of silk, the roughness of tweed, and the luxuriousness of velvet.

I wonder if those clothes will be my size, I'm sure he doesn't know my size. “Yes ma'am, different types and brands of clothes have already been stored in the closet for your use," one of the maids replied. She's the only one among the three with white skin, the other two have brown skins. We walked out of the bathroom as they showed me the huge closet. Everything in this house is so big. The house itself is even big. Seeing the closet I said, “You can now go to your rooms and take a night sleep. Is already late and I know that you must be feeling sleepy because I'm also feeling sleepy."