When The Door Is Not A Door Novels & Stories

At least I know I am still sane. "Well?" The door demanded. "There must be a reason why you were hitting me right? This is not another evidence of human cruelty is it?" "I - I - I..." I stammered, unable to form a coherent thought. A talking door?! The door gave me a drill stare. "Do I have to wait all day for you to form your words or can I go back to sleep?" "Please... please wait!" I begged, unable to believe I was actually talking to a door. If Mom saw me doing this, she would pack my things and send me back to Dad without a second thought.

**A Door to Darkness** The once cozy cabin has become a fortress under siege. The wind howls outside, shaking the fragile structure, while the ominous voice beyond the door echoes with a bone-chilling threat. Shadows dance on the walls, illuminated only by the flickering light from the fireplace. Inside, the tension is suffocating as Ethan, Sophia, and Jason stand frozen, their minds racing to comprehend the danger creeping closer.

His steps echoed differently now, not against broken stone, not against warped walls, but against smooth, unmarred surfaces that had not existed, until her. They wound through corridors that hadn’t been there a day ago. Walls that once bent sideways now stood firm, pristine, as if the fracture had never touched them. And then, he stopped. Before a door. A door that shouldn’t exist. One none of them had ever seen. One that, until today, had never opened. Ashar placed his palm flat against it. No tech. No lock. No glyph. Just pressure. A connection. The door groaned. Shifted. Opened.

Adam wanted to curse but stopped himself; he told himself not to argue with a psycho. When they finally passed a long way inside, they saw a door opened; the room lightened with bright light, The room door had already opened, so David entered inside without knocking on the door, as Adam entered inside the door and got closed from inside with no one’s help.

She dashes to the other side as soon as she sees water. “There is a door. We don’t know if it’s the right door or not, but… I hear some frequencies coming from it. The frequency is like the frequencies of stars,” she said. “Stars? You know the sound of the stars?” Aria gaped at me, confused. Her typical I-think-I-said-too-much expression. I sighed. “Well… we can always check, right? Take me to the door,” I said. There was a circular door buried several inches into the ground. “There is no keyhole, handle, or any other metal used in its creation. It’s just wood.” Aria said.

If I keep them flat, he has to call it a term. "No lock from his side," I say. "No remote seal. No old service override. No medical bay handshake that closes our door because his heart sample enters." Sami raises one hand. "Handshake can close door?" "In rich systems," Sarah says, "doors like to be dramatic." "Poor doors just break." "Why we love them." The staff door rattles from somewhere outside. Not ours. Another room down the row. Metal opens. A voice says, "Clear." Valez, farther off, replies, "Record status. Continue."

The door handle turns. Fuck.

But like everyone else, no one had answers, at least not yet. Again, the system groaned. [Door Three: Postponed. Door Three: Postponed. DoorThree: Postponed. Reason: Arrival of souls.]

This was collision. The door moved again. And this time, it wasn’t them breaking in. It was him.

He asked, "Remember this? At Harrowell Library, you were reading by the window. The sun was shining on you, and I thought there wouldn't be anyone in the world as beautiful as you." I snapped the box shut. "The past is the past." "I can't let it go. I just can't," he said, all serious. Rain poured down in Hudson City that night. I figured he would leave, but then security called me way past midnight. "Ms. Douglas, Mr. Carter's still downstairs." I peeked out the window, and there he was—standing in the rain, stubborn as ever. "Let him in." I sighed. He was soaked through when he stood at my door, looking like a total mess.