There's A Monster Behind The Door Novels & Stories

Hope she has nightmares for a week. The walk home felt particularly strange. The old biddy behind the drapes wasn’t the only looky-loo Jeff saw. A tall, middle-aged man in a flannel shirt opened his door to retrieve a package from his stoop. Jeff passed, and the man waited with the package in his arms, watching until he turned the next block before going back inside. A child on a tricycle—too young to be out in a storm by herself, Jeff thought—stopped turning circles in the driveway and pointed. Though she didn’t speak, Jeff could see the word form on her lips: monster.

I didn’t want to cry in front of him, but I couldn’t stop the tears from spilling from my eyes. “They might for a little while. I have a plan for that too. Well enough chit chat, let's get you set up.” The monster grabbed my leg from where I was laying on the floor. He wrapped the chain around my leg and drug the other end to the beam in the middle of the cabin. Once it was secure, he turned to me. “Well, Cara, this is it. There are provisions in the cabinets and refrigerator. I will return, but not for some time. Remember what I said, do not try and open this door. Or……. BOOM.”

Because they know once the closed door was open, the people inside would be caught off guard as the monsters will probably stretch any parts of their body just to get the person they wanted to be by their side, then, eat it. They had already notice it now when they quietly observed how the monsters had desperately avoided the tightly closed doors of the house. It was not even touch or damage as no monsters was willing to lay any fingers on the houses even if it was filled with people inside. The monsters that came attacking so unscrupulously would not enter the tightly closed door, except for the house that whose door was opened by some elderly woman who wanted her son to get in immediately

Just as the males within the ancient mansion were using their minds to frighten the animals from behind the door, we were using ours to frighten the animals from behind the door. Mayfair and Barbara made their way to the main entrance. They wanted to go out to enjoy the cool sea wind. However, the door was shut because their lives would be jeopardized if they fell into the hands of the beasts. Mayfair inquired why the main door was still closed. I told her to look through the security hole and report back to us on what she saw outside. Mayfair, being as inquisitive as she was, didn't waste time looking through the hole and saw the gigantic beasts with their sharp long jaws behind the door. S

“Monsters are born from fear. Gods are born from belief. But some things existed long before either of them.” 🌌 The Last Door continued opening. Slowly. Silently. Inevitably. 🚪⚡ The golden eyes beyond the darkness remained fixed upon reality. Watching. Waiting. Smiling. 😨 For the first time in existence… Nobody knew what to do. Not Orion. Not Lyra. Not Azrael. Not even the Father. 💀

Did he eat humans again? I lie frozen at the edge of the bed for hours, I don’t sleep — not after the horrific bone rattling cries. I keep my gaze fixed on the dark wood of the secret door, waiting for the monster to come out. But when the first rays of sun seeps into the grand suite, the room is still deathly silent. Then the secret door suddenly opens.

Because they know once the closed door was open, the people inside would be caught off guard as the monsters will probably stretch any parts of their body just to get the person they wanted to be by their side, then, eat it. They had already notice it now when they quietly observed how the monsters had desperately avoided the tightly closed doors of the house. It was not even touch or damage as no monsters was willing to lay any fingers on the houses even if it was filled with people inside. The monsters that came attacking so unscrupulously would not enter the tightly closed door, except for the house that whose door was opened by some elderly woman who wanted her son to get in immediately

I detest him and every one of his folks who believe humans are toys. My legs halted in front of a strange-looking door with ancient carvings. It’s the only thing that has pulled my attention since I started walking through the hallway that seemed unending. The hallway appears to harbor secrets that can only be heard by the one living there. I couldn't figure out which room the king monster stayed in. Probably this is the one. I know stepping back and leaving the door to itself is advisable. But I have never been the type to back away easily. Curiosity continuously gnaws at my heart.

My heart began to race knowing that I would be sleeping only a mere wall and door between the monster that had killed my family and my pack, but my curiosity was getting the best of me. Getting to my feet, I moved towards the door, placing my ear to it, to see if I could hear him within his room, but as I listened, I heard nothing, telling me that the room remained empty at this moment. I knew what I was about to do was so wrong, but something inside of me needed to see the room where the monster laid his head at night. My hand reached for the doorknob, and I slowly began to turn it, as my heart raced in anticipation of what lay beyond the door. But as I began to turn the doorknob, I realize

Stone collapsed beneath him. Then: You will fail again. Samuel gritted his teeth. Forced himself higher. Step by step. Because if he stopped listening— the voice lost power. Then suddenly— he saw something. Near the top of the tower. A door. Ancient. Black. Covered in symbols. The chamber containing the gate. The final destination. Hope surged through him. Then the monster laughed. Too late. Its giant hand reached toward him. Fast. Far too fast. Samuel jumped.