Under The Closet Novels & Stories

Lord Dayton muttered. "We don't wanna die please" the females shivered. "Then start talking." "It's only our master Dagrin and Lord Abel's best friend. We don't know his name." "Lord Abel's best friend Lucien?" Lord Daytin asked. Dazed. "We don't know his name masters but if his Lord Abel's best friend then he's the one." Lord Daytin and Dayton glanced at each other. "Where are they?" "They are under the house cause it's an underground building. There is an empty spoilt wardrobe by the left in the first room. It's not really a wardrobe but the entrance to the underground."

He was a well dressed man, so I wasn't surprised his closet was beyond immaculate. I tiptoed around in here like it was a museum, but thankfully I found a small spot for my things, a set of drawers tucked away in the corner of the room. The top drawer was for my underwear, a perfect hiding place for my notebook. After placing the notebook underneath a few pairs of undergarments I gently closed the drawer. I felt a sudden sense of relief, my secret was safe. Now that I dealt with that it was time to get dressed... ...

I whined like a child. Well what else can I do!? He is behaving like a total Hitler right now! "Pfff! Delicate my a*s!" "Shut up Aden!" After the lunch Issac led me to the other side of the room that has another set of doors leading down. "Wait there are two basement under the house!?" "Yes so if you join them both the basement actually bigger than the house itself." "What if someone decides to take a per hole in the field behind the house they would realise there is a room underneath."

There was another candelabra in the corner near the tub. The closet had dark, wooden doors and it opened a foot and a half deep with a clothing rod and a shelf at the top. I closed the closet doors and walked to my suitcase, dropping to my knees and opening it. Using the hangers that were on the rod, I hung my shirts and pants, and put my underwear in the drawers of the dresser to the left of the bed.

Turning around, he walked out of his apartment–sized bathroom and made his way out of his room towards his closet. His closet was in an entirely different room from his bedroom or rather, the entrance to his closet was in another room while his closet was a totally different part of the entire mansion. It was in the room directly opposite his bedroom and it was embedded into the ground like an underground basement but instead of the usual underground door or displaced floorboard like the normal average people had, his was encased with a transparent dome–shaped case.

' 'Alright genius, how are we supposed to see out the door? Naresh shrugged and I threw up my hands. Looking at the closet, I noticed that while the bedroom had a raised floor of carpet, the closet did not. However, the doors to each of the rooms were level. It left about a half and inch between the floor the bottom of the door. Smiling, I slipped into the closet and closed the door behind me. As rough as it was, I managed to cram myself into it. Pulling out my phone, I pulled up the video and put the phone on the floor. The camera on the back of the phone just managed to look out under the small slit.

Through the crack in the doorway, Jean was hiding behind the door, watching us. Her hand was moving between her legs.

BurningWrath115: Check your closet, your present is waiting for you. I frowned. “What?” BurningWrath115: Check. Your. Closet. Was this a prank? I stood up on unsteady legs. My closet was far from my position near my bed, so it was shrouded in darkness. Walking towards it even as premonition screamed at me not to, I reached out to touch the handle. It was probably a joke. I’d open the door and nothing would be off. The scent of something crept up my nose. It was sour and tangy, acidic. It took me a second to realize it was the smell of semen.

Nothing looked out of place—my worn couch, the coffee table cluttered with Felicity's books, and the science experiment that she was working on. “Where is it?” Logan asked. “Bedroom closet,” I said, already moving toward it. Harris stayed near the front door, keeping watch, while Logan followed me into the bedroom. I paused at the closet door, my hand hovering over the handle. My heart raced—not with fear, but because of what I was about to reveal. "This is where I keep everything," I said quietly, gripping the handle and pulling the door open. The closet looked ordinary at first glance—rows of neatly hung clothes, a few shoe boxes on the floor. But buried beneath the boring closet was a sys