The Other Side Of The Door Novels & Stories

He reached for the handle — not the one I’d been hitting, but another one hidden slightly behind a column. The door opened with a soft click. I blinked, speechless for a second.

Aubery's voice called out from the other side of the door. Shit

I push open the door and step inside. I appear in a well-lit hallway, with white lights hanging from the ceiling. There are two doors on either side, with a male sign on one of the doors and a female sign on the other. I twist the knob of the door with the female sign as I step inside, as the door closes behind me.

"I can't take you there; you'd cause a big scene, and we need to be as low profile as possible. You have to stay here." She whined again as I walked to the mound, but she stayed put. I looked over the door and frowned. On this side of the mound, the door didn't have a picture of a star over a fairy landscape. Instead, it had a picture of the Earth; a globe done in silver inlay over a gold background with North and South America facing out. Earth on this side, star on the other; it didn't take a genius to figure out that the doors were more than barriers, they were also signs showing where the path led.

He’ll just be another blurry dream for me and it is the same for him, too. I shake my head to forget the thought and continue walking until I reach a cherry wood double door. I notice that it is quite ajar and the lights are out on the other side. I pause and try to listen if there is a happy hour going on beyond it. But there’s nothing else there except silence. I push it forward and I get surprised with what I see. The place is dark.

Something about rerouting to the secondary stairwell. The column began moving again. Not down. Sideways. People filing out through the fourth-floor landing door into the corridor to access the other stairwell on the opposite side of the building. I moved with them. And that's when I heard the click. The door behind me — the one we'd just come through — closing. And then the heavier sound of a lock engaging. The kind of sound that's unmistakable once you've heard it. The sound of being on the wrong side of a door that has decided you no longer have permission to leave.

My pulse still hadn’t slowed from moments ago, and the contrast between heat and dread made me feel so unstable. The handle began to turn. And whatever stood on the other side of that door… It knew my name.

“Do you have somewhere in the house that is private?” “Mack, I think you came to the right place.” Haven laughed, and she looked at him with a smile. She took his hand and started walking to the back of the house. When he walked into the furthest room in the house, he thought something was slightly off about the room, but he couldn’t figure it out. When she walked to the sidewall, though, she moved the book on the bookshelf, and soon there was a door that was open, and she was pulling it open.

He asked, "Remember this? At Harrowell Library, you were reading by the window. The sun was shining on you, and I thought there wouldn't be anyone in the world as beautiful as you." I snapped the box shut. "The past is the past." "I can't let it go. I just can't," he said, all serious. Rain poured down in Hudson City that night. I figured he would leave, but then security called me way past midnight. "Ms. Douglas, Mr. Carter's still downstairs." I peeked out the window, and there he was—standing in the rain, stubborn as ever. "Let him in." I sighed. He was soaked through when he stood at my door, looking like a total mess.

He walked towards the door, it looked quite different from his, dark with golden lines drawn across the body, it also looked bigger than his He stopped in front of it, his eyes moving to right side just close to the door, it had a keypad and key card slot just like his, and then there was a buzer just above it. He pressed the buzzer, holding his breath as he waited, shifting his weight from one foot to the other He didn't hear anything from the other side, even though he tried to listen. He moved his hand up again to ring the buzzer but the door pulled open and a well dressed Matteo was standing on the other side. Nate saw the slight bulging of his eyes in surprise and shock before he masked