The Locked Door Novels & Stories

Right door, somewhere near in my name, digit considered to be jinxed and feared. Fingers twitching, I decipher the code engraved in its surface, knowing the only way forward is to unlock its secrets. As I tried to combine the keywords that corresponds to each room, I stand still as if the door stares at me, mocking me with its secrets. I know it will grant me the answers I seek, but only if I can solve the riddle presented to me. It was as if no matter how long I stand motionless in front of it, the door will remain firmly shut until I can solve the puzzle presented to me. One by one, I carefully piece together the keywords that are necessary to open its mysterious gates.

This door lacks the sleek electronic lock that typifies the modern entrances here, suggesting an air of mystery and exclusivity. "That's her room," the woman says, her voice tinged with reverence. She gestures subtly toward the door. "It's voice-activated, allowing only a select few to gain entry." The atmosphere seems to thicken with anticipation, as if the door itself guards secrets waiting to be unveiled.

The lock clicks. Sealing my fate.

I ask, watching as he wrestles with the shiny padlock which is in stark contrast to the rusty metal door it’s meant to guard. “It’s supposed to stay locked,” he replies, sounding almost proud. “But I’ve broken at least ten locks over the years. They gave up for a while and didn’t bother bolting this door for a year. But I guess they changed their mind now. Looks like my old man’s men finally got around to tightening security.” He bites down a curse and yanks again, but the lock only groans against the pressure, rattling the chains stubbornly in place. “This shit is not budging at all. You wanna help me break this damn thing?” “I’m pretty sure they put that lock there for a reason. Breaking i

I didn’t care though, I'm not in the mood right now. But then— The entire set of doors suddenly slid shut with a deep mechanical hum, then clicked and then— locked. “What the!?” I blinked, moving closer. “No, no… no—” The small LED panel above the door flashed SECURE MODE. Panic spiked hot in my throat. I pressed my palm to the floor. It didn’t budge, not even the slightest bit. “What the hell—? Open the door!” I shouted, banging the glass hard. “Open it!”

I tried again but it did not budge. This door is locked. Someone locked me inside the room. Why? Why has someone locked me inside? Who could do this? Is it some punishment but I have not done anything wrong then why will I be given punishment? I try to open it again. I hate locked rooms. It scares me. I hate to be locked. “Who has locked the door? Is someone there? Open the door!” I shout and again try to open it with full force. My heartbeat is increasing with each passing second.

He was coming back home with me for sure. Before he could say anything, I grabbed the handle of the door and pushed it open. Luckily, no guards were placed next to the doors inside. We made our way in silently before closing the door behind us, scanning the premises as we kept low. As I looked around, a certain door caught my eye. It was situated in the corner of the room, sealed shut with its metal doors locked tight. "It's that one," I said, pointing my gun in its direction. I made my over to the door, scanning the lock as Zeke stood behind me and watched for any unwanted company. "Stand back," was all I said before he took a step back and looked my way. I pulled my trigger once again, aim

They would be something else that I needed to hide for the rest of my life. When I try the door, I find it locked. I hadn’t heard anything nor had I been able to sleep so when did that happen? I try it again, but it does not budge. When I kick it, the wood splits in two. My foot barely touched it, there was no way that I could have done that. “Being here is making you stronger” Gunnar steps in front of the hole, waving away the dust cloud. “Why was the door locked?”

Some doors don't open. They realize they were never locked.

“Vale, there are things that you remember from the night of your death. We both remember but you are the one in control of this form and the things that we have access to. I do not have the authority to show it to you. I can only support you as you go through the measures of revisiting it.” Almost as soon as my counterpart made mention of this so-called locked memory, a large door appeared before us; one steel and bolted in various forms of metal and the like. I started to take a step toward the door when I thought better of it. “What….what is this?” I asked in a hushed voice as if speaking any louder would force the door to open on its own. I didn’t want that. Because deep down, I knew what