The Other Side Of The Door Novels & Stories

Her face looks bruised and she’s kind of a sweaty mess. I get almost to the last door, when I hear a blood-curling scream come from the other side of the door. I stop with my hand near the doorknob. I know that scream wasn’t Maddie, it was a male’s voice that echoed out. The sign on the door next to this one says ‘observation’; I change directions and enter that room instead, wondering if it is like all the police shows I’ve watched with a one-way mirror.

“It’s me. I found something.... a small door. I think it connects our rooms.” For a moment, I thought I heard quiet sobbing from the other side.

We stood by a door. “On the other side of this door are answers. Answers that I would get with or without your approval of my methods,” He replied with a cold look. “The only choice you have is if you want to see what's on the other,” I took a moment to digest what he said. My curiosity was piqued but I knew that once the door was opened, there was no going back. “Show it to me,” He pushed open the door and I was met by the weak gaze of Sanders that was tied to a chair. The room was covered with mistletoe, numbing the senses instantly.

she finished for him. His silence was agreement enough. She studied him. There was something in the way he stood—loose, but not careless—that told her he’d been here before. More than once. Maybe more than her. A low hum shivered through the air. They both turned toward the sound—the steel doors at the far wall were unlocking. The hydraulic clamps hissed, the heavy bolts drawing back with the slow inevitability of something that couldn’t be stopped once started. “What’s on the other side of that?” she asked.

As I stood in front of the door I did not hesitate before ringing the sharp end of the ax against Phillips door. They have a conversation that has been going on inside seemingly stopped. There were no voices coming from the other end of the door but that did not stop me. they had nowhere to hide now. I hit against the door again before it came flying off its hinges breaking apart as they wood flew everywhere.

"You said that to me last night too." "Because it’s true." He moved toward the hallway and stopped in front of a door. "Don't," I said. "Step back." "What's in there?" "My room." "And the other room?" I gulped very hard. "That's where I store my things" After a long stare, I thought the silence would hold. I thought he would accept it like people accept closed doors when told not to open them. Then, from the other side of the wall, soft and unmistakable, a sound broke through.

And I felt a pulse of magic from the other side of the frozen door. Something old. Something dangerous. Something arriving.

I didn't have time to make sense of it before the door in front of me groaned, metal shifting against metal, a sound like something waking up after being told to stay dead. And somewhere on the other side, a voice I didn't recognize at all whispered, close enough that it might have been standing right against the door with me. "Oh. There you are."

The side door swung open. Not the same door Julian had used. The other one, stage left, the one that was supposed to stay closed. It opened with a flat, unselfconscious bang, the sound of someone who hadn’t stopped to consider the room they were walking into. Or had, and simply didn’t care.

She couldn’t believe it as she crumpled into Tom’s arms. “Sorry, she can hate me later, but we live. It’s okay. Once we’re safe, we’ll deal with that then.” She seemed to gather more energy the further they got away. When they arrived at the door, they’d entered through, it was silent. Nothing banged on the door. No sound of movement came from the other side of the door. “There were shadowy creatures on the other side of the door. They were trying to get in after us. Be careful, let Luke go first.”