The Other Side Of The Door 소설 & 이야기

“This is your home? You live here?” “You find it unbelievable, eh? Don’t worry, you’ll figure that out in no time. For now, let’s just go back to the main reason why I brought you here.” He opened the left side of the door, and left the other side closed. We stepped inside, and proceeded to another jaw-dropping area of the mansion—the foyer.

It lead me to a room on the upper floor. A muffled sound came from the other side of the door. Like someone talking. I stood unsure what to do now that I was in front of the door. Was it Luka or someone else staying here. I stood there for a few moments contemplating on if I should knock. Before I decided to turn around or knock the door swings open.

Whoever had walked through those doors. Was waiting for us on the other side.

Some rooms, once you've walked into them, simply do not have a door on the other side. I held my mother's hands and waited.

“No noise.” “You’re assuming there won’t be more inside,” he said. “I’m not assuming,” I corrected coldly. “I already counted them.” “…How?” he asked. I didn’t look at him. “Patterns don’t lie.” He didn’t respond after that. We moved faster but silently. Like shadows slipping through cracks in the night. The side door was rusted but unlocked. I narrowed my eyes. “This is a setup,” I muttered. Aaron didn’t hesitate. “I know.”

“Make it quick.” I nod and duck back inside, weaving toward the bathrooms... but veer left at the last second, heading for the restroom. The woman passes and asks, “Are you alright, dear?” “Yes. Yes, please. Just a really bad date,” I say, “Is there a back exit somewhere?” “Yes. Use this door,” she says, gesturing towards a hidden side door I didn’t even notice. “Please,” I whisper under my breath, fumbling with the latch. It creaks open, and blessed cool air rushes over me.

“Now.” I dragged my feet along the ground as I pushed past him. Up until this moment, I hadn't even realized there was as door in the first place. It was made of steel and round, just like the entrance to a tomb. There wasn't much to it, except the huge lock that hung to the side. I didn't have a flare for dramatics,but everything about it gave off vibes that I didn't like one bit. “Why?” I queried. “What's on the other side?”

I held the knob and slowly turned it and the familiar clicks were heard and the door opened. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and saw what was at the other side of the door.

“You know that’s not the dinner I prefer.” The door opened. And everything else waited on the other side.

Niko As I survey the room, I notice three distinct doors, each providing access in and out of this space. The first door, positioned at the back, swings open to reveal a cramped area filled with storage cupboards. Among the clutter, I spot an elderly woman nestled among the shadows, her presence almost hidden. She exudes an air of gentle vulnerability, with silver strands framing her soft, weathered face. Though her age marks her features, she radiates a sense of inherent harmlessness, as if shaped by years of quiet resilience.