Utterly Stuck In Wall Novels & Stories

I say and try to step out of the tub but I can't move my legs. I don't even budge. Not even a little. “Hey, what the fuck?” I mutter, trying again, but still can't move. And then I realize I am stuck in this damn fucking bath tub!

Then came silence. Not the absence of noise, exactly. The wrong kind of quiet. Like the building was holding its breath. Ghost didn’t let go. He stayed locked around her, solid and immovable, head bowed slightly over hers as dust settled across his shoulders and into her hair. His heart beat steady against her back—slow, deliberate, unpanicked. Ember swallowed, “…Ghost?” Her voice came out smaller than she liked. “I’m here,” he said immediately. She opened her eyes. The front door was still standing, but it was no longer a door in any meaningful sense. The frame had bowed inward under the weight of collapsed ceiling and tangled beams. Drywall and insulation pressed tight against the outer ed

Nakakaasar naman! Nagdadabog na bumalik ako sa may sala niya at muling iginala ang mata sa buong silid. ‘Di ko napigilan ang sariling ‘di mandiri sa sobrang gulo, kalat at dumi ng silid na ito. "I'm stuck. I'm stuck. I'm stuck. I'm stuck!" I muttered to myself, anxiously pacing around the small apartment. "I'm stuck here for Pete's sake!" This is crazy. This is unbelievable. This is fucking surreal!

Palmer would come by later to settle the bill. Panic surged through me. I struggled desperately, only to find that while the restraints looked soft, there was no way to break free. "Where's everyone? I thought I told them I'd come by to settle the bill today." Mr. Palmer's voice drew closer and closer until it sounded just a few steps away. Frozen in this embarrassing position, I felt my face flush crimson. And in my panic, I froze completely, not daring to move a muscle. "Is this a new doll that just arrived?"

The wall didn't give easily. It was as if it had been sealed shut for years, resisting my every effort. I grunted with the strain, my muscles burning as I pushed and pulled, desperation lending me strength. But it wouldn't move. I felt the panic rising in my chest, threatening to suffocate me.

"Ignore the glass! Go!" I scrambled out from under the table, my palms stinging as I crawled over the shards of the window. I reached the back wall, my hands frantic as they searched for the heavy iron wheel of the gas main. My fingers found it—cold, greasy, and stuck fast by years of disuse. I grabbed the wheel with both hands, bracing my feet against the brickwork. I pulled. It didn't budge. "It's stuck!" I screamed, tears of frustration and vertigo streaming down my face.

Caspian shouted, his voice muffled. I landed on the cold stone floor on the other side. The wall slammed shut again with a dull thud. I tried pushing it from inside, but it wouldn’t budge. “Caspian. Can you hear me?” I called through the mind-link. 【I’m here. Damn it, the wall’s locked from the outside. Lulu, don’t move yet!】 I could hear him trying to force the wall open from the other side, but it seemed to be protected by anti-physical magic.

I stagger back, my chest heaving, my arm trembling as I stare at the damage. The wall is cracked. My knuckles are torn open. Blood drips steadily to the floor. And nothing has changed. She’s still down there. Still scrubbing. Still enduring. And I’m still here. Useless.​