Witch Door Novels & Stories

So he resorts to an extreme solution to give it what it wants by all means. Lifting his leg, Zeedar uses his wolf strength to kick the door. The latter doesn’t budge. Unlike the newly-installed windows in the lower halls that are quite weak, the doors are old and heavier, made of strong wood. To bring one down would be a hassle, but Zeedar is determined to try, as he relentlessly jams his foot on it until someone hugs him from behind and pulls him away from the door. Zeedar makes to attack the door again before Zechariah slides into his line of view, halting him in his tracks.

Dolf marked each point she indicated with small pen dots. "Actually," Jenny continued, pressing her fingers to various spots on the map, "there are false windows here, here, here, and here. If there's trouble, people inside might escape through these ways. They're accessible from the outside as well, using a hidden switch on the frame. The children often used them to sneak back in when they weren't supposed to be out."

“Wait!” Williams had already typed in the first number. She blushed. “It’s 1570…” “Are you certain this time?” She nodded. Ok, maybe she wasn’t certain at all. But she didn’t want to appear more foolish than she already felt in front of him. He punched in the remaining digits and pressed the enter key. The keypad went blank. Williams turned the knob. The door didn’t move. Almost the same second, metal bars fell over the windows that faced the front street. Same thing for those in the kitchen, and as they would find out after checking through the entire house, every other window.

She had the key, and she had the courage to face whatever lay behind the next door. The West Wing was dark, the air colder than it had been before. The shadows seemed deeper now, as if the house itself was holding onto its secrets tighter, unwilling to let go. Bliss reached the door at the end of the corridor, her fingers brushing against the key as she slid it into the lock. The sound of the tumblers shifting echoed in the silence, and she pushed the door open, stepping inside.

Nike scratched the back of his head as his other hand reach on the inside of his robe to get his wand. "Alright, I'll gonna use a spell for this one then." As he said that, Nike waved his wand and muttered, "XEKLEÍDOMA" As soon as he was done chanting the unlocking spell;, the doorknob turned by itself and right after that, the massive wooden double door open on its own. To their surprise, the interior of the place is not affected by the same reddish-brown color that dominates the entire Blood City.

The hallway behind the door was not too long and only had a closed entrance on the left side, which we did not touch. In the end, the door was no longer wooden, let alone black. It was a thick iron doorway with a security code on the side. Darwin wrote down the number, shielding it from my eyes as he stood between me and the pack, until with an electronic sound the lead-gray door gave way. The younger brother stood in the doorway and beckoned us in. Fito tapped the wall to the right on the inside and several LED lights came on, illuminating everything. «Oww... Wtf» I thought.

I agreed and fell asleep quickly. It seemed like I wasn’t asleep for more than a few minutes when I was suddenly back in that room with my sister and now, two brothers. They were all shackled to the floor. I did notice that the window was no longer tall, but wide. One of them had turned the window sideways, and I know why. During the era of the Salem Witch Trials, the houses in the affected areas started being built with one window at an odd angle or sideways. It was called a Witch’s Window because a witch wouldn’t be able to fly through it on her broom. It was a human attempt to deter witches from entering their homes.

It was locked from the outside. "Blocked!" Pim shouted, kicking at the door. "They’ve sealed the lower exits!" "Use the window!" Chalida pointed to a small, circular portal in the stairwell wall that overlooked the narrow alleyway behind the estate. "It’s small, but we can fit!"

I pressed it. With a low, almost silent mechanical hiss, the panel slid smoothly to the left. The dim, amber LED strips flickered to life along the baseboards, casting a warm, familiar glow down the narrow passage. A wave of dizzying relief washed over me. He hadn't locked it. He hadn't changed the codes. The gateway was still wide open. "Just a quick look," I whispered to the empty darkness, stepping into the passage. The panel slid shut behind me, sealing me into the quiet, sound-absorbing artery of the mansion.

Cold and quiet. And somewhere deep in the mansion, a door that should stay locked clicked softly. Doris did not hear it. Not yet.