There's A Monster Behind The Door Novels & Stories

This isn't the energy I need at this moment, shoving it aside, I anticipate the dirty exercise for later. As long seconds drag past without any sign of them, I loosely strap the bed sheet to my skin so that it doesn't need a forceful attempt to let it off. Without knocking, the door opens with the three monsters in sight. Hector smiles, having had a meal of me earlier and Hunter and Hudson keep a straight face, wondering why they're summoned. I don't hiss at their attitude, this could also be the last time they would barge in on me... They walk in one at a time, still wearing a confused mask. Not saying a word, I shut the door and twist the key to close it totally.

he whispered so slowly if I wasn’t paying attention I wouldn’t have heard him. Just in that instance, the dungeon door was thrown apart as a large shadow filled up the space and the sounds of heavy footsteps approached us. My papa pulled me behind him in a protective stance. I tried to move aside to have a clear view of the entrance but papa blocked and prevented me from seeing the infamous monster. I was curious to know what went on but papa wouldn't talk or explain so I gave up trying. The heavy steps got closer and closer until they stopped. I peeked from behind my papa and my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets at the sight before me.

George became afraid and curious on what to do next. He drove home immediately, locked his door and tried to check if anyone was in his home, especially Francis, he looked everywhere to see if he was safe and when he saw no one, he heaved a sigh and slumped on his sofa. His phone started ringing and he picked it tiredly, before he could say anything, a voice ordered, “look out your window.”

I don't know if I should yank the door or just pull it. There is no time to make a decision. There is a rustle behind my back. Everything goes black.

They were three scared out of their minds ladies in my room at this moment as we stared at the beast that stood behind my balcony door. And it was half-open. I wonder what fool opened the door because I distinctively remembered locking it before class this morning. Well, that didn't matter now. We all watched in fear as the beast used its large claws to push the balcony door open. I gasped as it fitted its large body through the door, my heart was now pounding, drumming like an ancient song in West Africa. Aunt Lily pushed Ally and me behind her protectively. The door was at the other side of the room and I watched hopelessly as the beast moved to block it halfway.

Thankfully, their ears were saved! Old Noel stepped in. After he took a step, the door behind him shut with a 'Bang'! Old Noel: "...." What is this horror-themed setup plot?

"Because this is where your true choice lies. Not in a crown, not in a flower, not in him. This door is the only thing that truly belongs to you." The monster screamed and thrashed around. "Don’t listen to her! She's just a shadow! A lie!" The maid kept her gaze fixed on Camela. "He fears it because if you open it…he loses everything." Camela stared at the door, her heart racing so loudly it drowned out the sound of fire in her ears. Her voice trembled as she asked. "What’s...behind it?" The maid moved closer, her whisper calm yet firm. "What you have always hidden from yourself," she replied.

It felt like if I even breathed out loud, he'd hear. I ducked behind the bedroom door just as the front door swung open with a deafening crack that echoed off the thin walls. I pressed my back against the wall, my hand clamped firmly over my mouth, trying to steady my breathing. My pulse was so loud in my ears and my fingers were trembling against my mouth. There was no way I could leave. I was trapped in the bedroom with no way of escape, no window big enough to drop through safely while a monster was in the living room. A monster my mother refused to leave.

It's something else, something I've been trying not to name. I'm not under a spell anymore. There's no magic forcing me to feel this way. The terrifying truth hits me like a punch to the chest. I don't want to lock the door. I let my hand drop to my side and leave the latch open. The door stays unlocked. I step into the shower and let the hot water hit my skin, washing away the mud and the blood and the forest. I close my eyes and wait. Three monsters out there. One unlocked door. I wonder which one will walk in first.

Then I hear movement inside… something thuds against wood, and a man curses in a low voice just behind the door. I step away from the door and look through the side window into the room. My breath hitches. A man stands there, half naked, his back to me. Even from behind, I can tell he’s hard. Mrs. Monroe is leaning against a mahogany display cabinet, her face flushed, frantically pulling her lace panties back up her thighs. Good Lord. Even the pious widows have their secrets. I pull back, my heart hammering against my ribs, and return to the door. I wait a beat, then knock again as if I’ve seen nothing.