Unhinged Book Door Novels & Stories

She hadn't seen it before because the smoke altered her sight a little. Thalia gasped. The door was beautiful! It was crafted with exquisite artistry. Being an avid fan of fantasy novels, this door looked like something from the books she read. Thalia traced the door with her fingers. It felt cool to her touch. The door was an embodiment of artistic mastery, adorned with intricate carvings that depict scenes of mythical creatures, celestial bodies, and ethereal landscapes. Delicate filigree patterns intertwine with ancient symbols, and carvings Thalia didn't understand. Golden hinges, etched with even more delicate engravings, held the door firmly in place.

The door was so eye-catching because it was made of steel and there were also some unknown as well as difficultly-explicable devices attached by the sides of the door. “What door is this? It’s made of steel, isn’t it? There are also some indescribable devices attached over here… There must be something vital, precious as well as valuable inside this room so that they make such an unbreakable door like this. Not everybody is allowed to enter this room you see…” concluded Helen Angsani with her beaming eyes. She moved her eyebrows up and down for quite a couple of times. “We can’t even open the door… So, how can we get into this special mysterious room?” uttered Renata Limidius paying attentio

The heavy iron door slammed shut with a loud, metallic bang, rattling the decades of dust clinging to the wooden shelves of the ground-floor sports storage room. The sound was final, dry, and deadening. Bima jerked the rusted door handle repeatedly until his palms turned red, but the result was zero. Damn it. Someone out there had just locked the storage room door from the outside, entirely unaware that inside this stuffy, three-by-four-meter space, two people had just lost their connection to the outside world.

I finally reached the very back corner of the sprawling underground facility, and the normal metal bookshelves ended right in front of a solid brick wall. A massive, heavy iron door sat hidden in the dark shadows of the corner, and the imposing structure looked totally out of place inside a standard college library. I stepped closer to inspect the intimidating entrance, and a thick layer of gray dust covered the rough metal surface to prove nobody visited this room very often. Thick steel chains wrapped tightly around the heavy iron handles, and three large brass padlocks secured the heavy links together to prevent anyone from pulling the door open. My shoulders slumped in deep disappointmen

“I don’t know.” Noah rested his hand on the globe and slowly turned it. Nothing happened. He frowned before rotating it again in the opposite direction. A soft mechanical click echoed somewhere behind the shelves. Daniel spun around. “You heard that?” The bookshelf behind the desk slowly shifted several inches. Hidden behind it stood a reinforced steel door. Noah couldn’t help smiling. “My grandfather hid a room…” “…inside another hidden room.” Daniel laughed quietly. “I’ll admit, I didn’t see that coming.”

The way he looked at her like she was breakable and already breaking. She walked slowly to the hallway, past the closet, past the bathroom, to the door at the end. The study. She had never been inside. He always kept it shut. It hadn’t mattered before, but now, it throbbed in her mind. A locked door. A secret. Maybe the truth. She hesitated. Then turned the handle. Unlocked. She stepped in. The air was cooler. Dim. The room was small but lined with shelves, books stacked in chaotic towers on the floor and windowsills. A desk sat at the far end, littered with old cameras, a sketchpad, and a glass tumbler with the remnants of whiskey.

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

“Do you have somewhere in the house that is private?” “Mack, I think you came to the right place.” Haven laughed, and she looked at him with a smile. She took his hand and started walking to the back of the house. When he walked into the furthest room in the house, he thought something was slightly off about the room, but he couldn’t figure it out. When she walked to the sidewall, though, she moved the book on the bookshelf, and soon there was a door that was open, and she was pulling it open.

We navigated the winding corridors of the first floor until we finally reached the massive double doors of the private library. Kade pushed the doors open and walked directly to the back wall of the room, stopping in front of a tall wooden bookshelf filled with heavy encyclopedias. He reached behind a thick leather-bound volume and pulled a hidden metal lever. The entire bookshelf clicked loudly and swung outward on heavy steel hinges, revealing a thick reinforced steel door equipped with a digital keypad. Kade typed a rapid sequence of numbers into the glowing panel, and the heavy door hissed open to expose a brightly lit concrete room.

Nothing could. I gathered up all the pieces of some thing that was once a book and now nothing but shreds and still put them in my bag, telling myself 'it would be okay, they can still be taped'. "George!" i called out over and over again, only to get no response but the faint echo of my own voice, and that was when i saw it. The connecting steel door by the right that i had been curious about was now hanging right open in front of me with the shadow of a person in the inside.