Witch Door Novels & Stories

Get it together, Jessi. A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. "Hi, Jessi. All finished with the gate," Judd said. "Want to come check it out?" She followed him down the driveway, Buddy romping along behind them. Judd showed her how the panels could now swing toward each other and fasten together using a pin lowered into a hole in the asphalt. "This is nice, Judd, really. It hasn't worked properly in about ten years." Not knowing what else to do with them, she put her hands on her hips. "I appreciate it. But again, it really isn't necessary."

Haley crossed to the door and began examining the hinges, how the two swinging pieces were attached. "They made sure to tell me this bar that the doors attach to is anchored into the foundation." "But what about the hinges? The screws? Bolts? One weak point could change everything." She was aware of Konstantin at her back while she went over the doors. They weren't cheaply made, which was a disappointment. The bars were as thick as her thumb, so not likely to bend, and she doubted they'd be able to break them. And there were no hinges. The post went through holes formed into the gates.

There are no windows to escape from or air vents … the floor looks to be made or a smooth layer of cement. Biting my lip, I look back at the wardrobe door as an idea comes to mind. I don’t know if it will work, but I might as well try. With a powerful and swift kick, the wardrobe door shatters off the hinges, splintering into fresh pieces. I grab one, hoping it will work as I wedge it in the small crack of the door. “Contestant Soley, Please move away from the door,” a robotic voice comes through the speaker. I run, charging towards it as I land a foot on the wood, ready to propel up and shatter the lock. Before I can succeed, I hear the clicks of the lock opening before a puff of air and th

I closed my eyes, feeling a familiar headache brew, when Dorian pulled me aside. "Wait," he said, opening the bottom drawer and the one in the middle and just stared at them. "Do you see a difference?" He asked, comparing the two. Sure enough, the middle one's base had a distinct silver-white colour, the same as the rest, while the bottom one's plywood base was much darker, almost yellowish. We watched as Dorian knocked on the base of the bottom one, listening closely. He then compared it to the middle one; the sound was a bit different, almost as if the bottom one had a hole beneath it. He fished out a pocket knife and tried fitting it on the edges of the drawer, then pushed, lifting up a p

Joe finally looked at Chad and said, "Chad, why won't you sell the Hall of Herbs to me?" Chad looked at Joe as if he were an idiot. He pointed to the shop's door and said, "Those doors are made of Golden Phoebe Wood, which can be sold for tens of millions of dollars. My place is full of those doors."

Right door, somewhere near in my name, digit considered to be jinxed and feared. Fingers twitching, I decipher the code engraved in its surface, knowing the only way forward is to unlock its secrets. As I tried to combine the keywords that corresponds to each room, I stand still as if the door stares at me, mocking me with its secrets. I know it will grant me the answers I seek, but only if I can solve the riddle presented to me. It was as if no matter how long I stand motionless in front of it, the door will remain firmly shut until I can solve the puzzle presented to me. One by one, I carefully piece together the keywords that are necessary to open its mysterious gates.

The Threshold of Re-entry A few days later, a minor, everyday challenge triggered a crisis I hadn't expected. The front gate of the property, which I had long ago reinforced with heavy-duty hinges and a magnetized locking mechanism, finally succumbed to a heavy windstorm. It swung wild, the wood splintering against the post with a violent, jarring crack.

Kiara remarked as we walked towards the front door. “She just needs some TLC.” I smiled and turned the door handle. The door didn’t open due to the wood swelling at the bottom from the water, so I had to use force to get in. It flew open and broke away from the hinges as I pushed the door. With a loud crash, the door fell against the wooden floor. “Fuck.” I muttered, and Kiara burst into laughter.

My parents are here, they actually came I stood up from the bed and started walking towards the door "just one moment Naomi I had a couple more questions to ask you" the doctor said but I was already out the door I gotta see my parents I can't believe they're here "Naomi get back here, where are you going" I could hear Naomi's parents say behind me but I was going to see my parents I speed walked looking at the names on the doors until I saw the word Dunham yess the room was only four doors down from the room I was in. I could hear Naomi's parents footsteps growing closer but I didn't care

Jane rushed to open another door again, rattling the doorknob in such urgency that the door itself shook. "Why is nothing opening?" She cried out in desperation. She had tried the window beside the door, but it was closed, much to her disappointment. "Why is it all locked?" She asked again when she realized that all the wooden frame windows were locked with keys. Keys! Would this even make sense? No house would use keys to lock each of its windows! Usually, there would be a latch all over the window frame, to allow for the person inside the house to escape in case danger arrives.