Under The Closet Novels & Stories

Yeah, extensively. "Shut up," I muttered under my breath, shunning that tiny voice. I took off my towel and plodded it to the chest of drawers that housed my undies. I took out black lace panties and slid them on, discarding the thoughts of wearing a bra. I was indoors and the last thing I wanted was an inconvenience. I picked out a shirt and paused, dropping it back on the rack before moving over to his side of the closet.

Our bodies inches apart. "There's a coat closet behind you," I say. "Find out." The coat closet is tiny. Dark. Smells like mothballs and old fur and someone's grandmother's perfume. There are coats on hangers pressing against us from both sides and a shelf above digging into my shoulder and the door doesn't lock – just a brass knob and a prayer. I don't care about any of it because his mouth is on mine.

“Go in there, stay quiet, don't make any noises. I'll go let her in now before she breaks down the door.” I agreed and went into the closet, nearly getting blinded by the obscene amount of coats and jackets he possessed. A little spider majestically slid down its web and casually settled on my arm. On reflex, I flicked it off, holding my breath so that I didn't scream. Just then, I heard the door open and footsteps enter. “For a moment I thought you weren't in,” said Clara, sounding a little relieved. I went a little deeper into the closet and sat down on the floor, in case they had a conversation longer than I hoped.

I guess I'd better go find out. I check once again and no one is paying me any attention, so I rush through the kitchen, keeping an eye out for anyone who will spot me and get me in trouble. Most of the people here know me and leave me alone, but there are a few maids that hate my guts and would love to give me hell. I rush through the hallways until I make a quick turn and open a little door for a storage closet under the stairs. I enter it quickly and shut it right behind me.

Where would Darius least expect me to go? I dismissed the bathing room immediately… too obvious. Under the bed? No, too easy. The closet. It was huge, filled with clothes and boots and various items. And in the very back, behind all the hanging garments, there was a small space where I could wedge myself. I dove into the closet, pushing past expensive coats and formal wear, and squeezed myself into the back corner. I pressed my body as far back as I could, making myself as small as possible, and held my breath.

For God’s sake her life was going to change. Parking the car in the parking lot, Ace helped Cameron to get out of the car. With a happy smile on his face, she helped her to continue their way to the mall. “Hey, Ace, what are we doing here?” Cameron asked. “I think your closet needs to be full. I do know how women can be. They like to brag about her new clothes every time they can and you can’t be the exception.” Cameron smiled. Ace did really know women and, as he can say, Cameron wasn’t the exception.

Hilda, who was looking at her phone in the closet suddenly heard noises coming from next door. Nathan's closet was just next door and it was as extensive as a whole store room, considering his status. Tons of men's clothing, shoes and watches were piled up in his locker room. There were even a number of items of big brands that had yet to appear on the market.

I think to myself then desperately try not to giggle. I glance back to make sure they're both sleeping still and they are. I turn back toward the clothes then quickly pick up their clothes. Making sure I pull everything out of their pockets and quietly set it down. I go over to the far side of the bed then kneel down on the ground and look under the bed. I smile when I see the stash I have then quickly push their clothes under the bed with the rest of my stash. I feel myself begin to purr as I take a deep breath in. Their scent is so strong under the bed.

He went outside of his bedroom quickly and walked inside their huge closet. The huge closet has several drawers that lined up the corner walls that held neatly folded jeans, shorts, and even undergarments. The closet was made of thick wood and has their clothes hanging from the rack so that the crease wouldn't uplift through it. On the left side was Hazi and on the right side of the huge closet was for his oldest brother.

“There are no sensors here either. To be honest, I don’t think he knows this opening leads outside. My mother definitely never told him. All of his alarms are outside of the room. As long as we don’t leave through the room’s actual exit, we should be fine.” As soon as we step out of the door, we find ourselves in a dank, dark closet. The brick walls are damp and grimy, and the floors are covered in a soiled, yellow shag carpet. I look back at the door and understand why no one would want to investigate what’s inside of the doorway. It’s an old rusty metal hatch that looks like it might open to a sewage pipe. I know I’d stay away from it if I didn’t know where it led. “Through here,” she take