Under The Whispering Door Characters Novels & Stories

(LITTLE MISS DOORMOUSE) “JEFFREY SALVATORE” With the name that she whispers and the light of that prominent holder glows, takes its spot, and follows her. She takes the steps in front of the next door, as words suddenly form, written through blood and by a feathered pen as the voice speaks.

It was a little girl. “Pssss…” Sophie hissed. The girl did not turn. She put her tongue in between her lips and again. “Pssss…” The head turned, squinted in the dark, and then smiled. Sophie saw the small figure run and squat behind the desk. She giggled. “Alice.” She whispered and crept through the small opening in the door. “Scoot over.” Her small voice spoke as she joined Alice behind the desk. She looked behind her to the door, which she had forgotten to close, and clutched the door tight to her chest.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

The dust underneath is now so thick it’s like walking in a sandy field. And now he is here. In the end of the hallway framed by layers of cobwebs is a bare looking door with an ornate knob. Now what could be behind the mysterious door? Could be a cupboard where brooms are kept, or an old classroom. Van touches the dirty knob, and he felt a strange sensation. And his touch seems to disturb what lurks behind the door, for the strange moaning sound goes stronger. In fact it now resembles the whistle of the wind. Van could also hear scuttling sounds, like the stepping of feet.

And ever since— the whispers had not stopped. He abandoned you. The voice slithered softly through her mind. Elena shut her eyes tightly. Another whisper followed immediately. “He always leaves eventually.” The candles inside the room flickered violently. Elena pressed trembling fingers against her temples. “Stop.” But the whispers only laughed. Cruel. Ancient. Hungry. By the fireplace shadows suddenly twisted unnaturally against the walls. Elena’s breathing quickened. The room temperature dropped sharply. Then— a child’s voice whispered directly beside her ear.

​She was older, her face a map of deep lines, and her eyes held a piercing, unnerving sharpness that felt like it could look straight through my lies. ​"You’re searching for the loose board under the desk," she whispered, her voice like dry leaves skittering across pavement. ​"But you’re looking in the wrong place, Clara." ​My mouth went dry, and I couldn't form a coherent sentence; my mind raced, wondering how she knew my name and why she was hiding in my father’s fortress. ​Before I could demand an answer, the heavy rhythmic stomp of Marcus’s boots echoed down the corridor, growing louder with every heartbeat.

I could see the figure despite the crowd's continued scattering. Seraphina whispered, "Keep your feet on the ground," my voice piercing with both fear and conviction. In a calm and worried tone, she inquired "What is happening in this place?". I am unsure, but curious to find out about what will reveal. It was only after I moved one step that the figure accelerated. After the hall's imposing doors slammed shut, the figure disappeared into thin air into the dark courtyard illuminated by moonlight. With its powerful sound, the doors shook and silence ensued. The noise was heavy as the doorway closed and I was already running towards the exit, Seraphina was waiting beside me. My body became rig

I grabbed it, my grip firm and my pulse roaring in my ears. The door shook under the force of whoever was on the other side. “Anita,” I whispered. “I know,” she murmured. The knob twisted violently once more— And the door flew open.

Like she was the prophecy and the prophecy was her. “I love you, Zach,” she had whispered. Not desperate. Not broken. Just truth. I’d felt her pulse flutter once more. Then silence. A silence that still hadn’t lifted. A silence that was killing me slower than any bullet ever could. Footsteps approached the door, muffled. Someone hovered on the other side. The estate held its breath again, waiting to see if I’d answer. I didn’t. Niko’s voice came first. Low. Cautious. “Zach… open the door.”

Finally, my eyes met the familiar gate, and a smile curved at one side of my lips, I paid the taxi driver and hop out of the car, staring at the gate like I was in big trouble. I pushed it and was welcome by the gateman, who smiled at me genuinely and asked how I was doing as he haven't seen me this morning go to work. I smiles at him and headed inside the house. It was silent at first and I began to walk upstairs. But as I got closer, I heard whispers coming from the door that belongs to my daughter Skyler. I stare confused wondering what all the whispering was about but I had to tiptoe and got to the door placing my ears hoping to hear what it was about when I heard whimpers coming out fro