When Doors Close

By Drina Neri

Dear Reader,

Strap in... this is by far the weirdest, scariest, most depraved thing I've ever written so far...

A lady wakes up on a park bench feeling dizzy. She's completely naked. Around her people have their phones out and are recording. One of the country's biggest online celebrities found naked in a park, you bet that's going to go viral.

But I must tell you, reader, that almost comical beginning masks something darker if you can read in between the lines. The book shifts from naked women to supernatural occurrences, the type that would lead you into madness if they happened to you.

This type of horror is not for the fainthearted.

YOU MIGHT get terrible nightmares after reading this book.
YOU MIGHT explore a horror monster of the type you've never seen (.... seriously, the "monster" in this book is a far cry from zombies, vampires or ghosts and leaves with chills because you're not really sure of the extent of its powers...)
YOU WILL find the story so compelling, you can't put the book down.

Let this story draw you in...

GET THIS BOOK RIGHT NOW!!!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Drina Neri
• Release date: Sep 9, 2020

Drina Neri

I've seen things, done things.... unspeakeable things. I lay down my fears and wishes i my books and hope you can relate to some of the situations.

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Author’s Note

Dear reader,

It’s Drina here!

Before you dive into the madness of this book I wanted to talk to you about it. It’s inspirations and an angle you could take in viewing this story.

I’ll be direct. This is a story about Control.

How it’s gained, how it’s taken, it’s effects and it’s consequences.

The idea for the book came to me after finding out I had a severe disease a lot of writers suffer from: writer’s block.

I had never had it before then, ever. But it lasted three or four days, after which, I felt bad for not being able to do what a writer’s supposed to do.

So I lost myself in Youtube videos and great Netflix shows - God bless the creators of 13 Reasons Why…

Anyway, I felt guilt at first. That guilt turned into deep anger at the profession of writing for making me believe everything I published had to be perfect.

As an act of rebellion, I started writing this book with the scenario that illustrated exactly how I felt. A naked woman running in a park with no idea why she slept on a bench without clothes.

But the story took me, I found myself wanting to go deeper and deeper. So much so, I finished the first draft in few days.

When finished, I stood from the desk and realised something that has changed the meaning of this book for me and probably will for you: the idea of Control is totally fake.

No one has total control over anything, ever.

Think about it… you can’t even control your own body.

So how can we deal with the lack of control?

First, me and you have to let go of wanting things to be how we want the to be.

I had writer’s block because, deep down, I wanted this book to be a best seller that would catapult me on top lists and would get a movie made out of it.

When I finished the book I learned that, I just can’t make that happen, it’s out of my control.

So I wrote it not bothering about what others would think about it (… and I believe the story is better because of that…)

Frankly, that’s a great approach to life, don’t you think?

Just so you know, I’m no self help guru. I write books from my subconscious so they feel like dreams to me.

I simply sit in front of a crystal ball and try to read my dreams to understand what my subconscious is trying to tell me.

Now, enjoy this crazy story,

Thanks

Drina Should-Have-Been-A-School-Counsellor Neri

1

Clarissa didn't sleep in her apartment. After being to the club the last night with Keisha, she had gotten drunk.

What happened to her friend? She didn't know. It was a blank space in her memory.

She opened her eyes slightly, not fully capable of letting all the sunlight in.

A young man stood in front of her. No, now that she could see slightly better, it was 2... 3... 6... 10... an entire crowd surrounded her. She felt strange, cold, a glance below let her know she laid on a bench.

She could hear birds singing and the sound leafs make when wind flows through them. It was mid summer in Leicester.

Clarissa's vision was getting better by the second, yet the cold she felt underneath her was too much, she had to stand up. Instantly, she felt like vomiting and got on her knees on the bench, turned to the side opposite the crowd and puked her life away in the back of that bench.

There were loud 'Woah!'s from the crowd. Some of them even closed their eyes and ears not to hear the revolting sounds she was making.

Clarissa couldn't tell how long she was in that position, all she knew was that by the time she had done, it felt like her guts came out of her. She cleaned her mouth with her forearm before noticing, she had no clothes on.

She turned around and faced the crowd. Each one of them had their phones out with the cameras facing her. They laughed.

It was like she had just become the park's main attraction: joggers, people walking their dogs and student on their way to school would just stop, forget where they were going  and watch her.

She tried to cover herself with her hands in embarrassment.

'Leave me alone,' she screamed, '… stop recording...!'

Yes, as if they'd do that.

She was on her way to become twitter trending topic of the day. Sadly for her, one of the men in the crowd was Finneas Glumer. He was the owner of Halifa, one of the world's top blogs. His posts were seen by pretty much the entire world - and if aliens existed, they probably received updates from him too.

Clarissa covered her private parts and ran away from the scene. That seemed to cause even more laughter, so much so that when she tried to run through a bunch of teenage boys, they didn't move for her. In fact, they acted as somewhat of a wall preventing her from leaving.

Clarissa pushed them, 'Let me go!'

They said nothing but kept recording the lady as she tried running away in the opposite direction, only to be met with the same treatment by another group of teenagers.

In desperation, Clarissa kicked one of them in the balls. The boy squealed and fell to the ground, pressing his genitals, wondering if that was what death felt like.

The rest of the teenage boys made way for Clarissa, because they would have liked to have kids in the future...

While running, she looked behind, some them were chasing her, like hounds who've just found their prey defenseless.

Needless to say, Clarissa's boobs - even if small - jumped all over the place, she tried to cover them with her hands, the world had already seen enough.

It was a secondary thought, but she wondered what her mom would say if she found out her daughter had been flashing people in the park.

She saw the way out, a lady was walking inside the park with a baby in a stroller. Clarissa yelled at the woman, 'Please get out of the way!'

2

The lady rushed through the tiny gate and made her baby wake up in the process. The newborn cried. Clarissa ran out, but still had some of those pesky teenagers behind her. They just wouldn't let go...

She could recognize the place, Kingsley Park, in Leicester - about 5 miles away from her apartment.

She couldn't run through the city in that condition.

As she ran up the road, cars stopped to look at the madness going on, a naked woman running on the street chased by a horde of horny teenagers.

One woman in particular was Annie Blossom. Annie was a sweet old lady with a big heart and a car big enough for two. She had a small Toyota Corolla, and she could see from the rearview mirrors that a naked lady was running on the sidewalk next to her. It looked like a crazy scene and the poor naked woman seemed to be in difficulty.

Annie looked out of the window at the cars that were stopping on the road, all of them had people in them with their phones out. Where had humanity gone?

Back in her days...

There was no time for rants about how the new generations have no decency. Annie opened the door for the woman to come in the passenger seat.

Clarissa seemed confused at first, not really understanding the gesture. Annie honked the car horn. Finally, Clarissa got it. She ran inside the car, hopped in yelling, 'Please help me out of here!'

Annie didn't wait a second, she pressed on that accelerator harder than ever. She sprinted on the road surpassing the cars parked on the street. Clarissa looked behind her and noticed there was a police station not far from where she was picked up, she could have just gone there but the old lady had been so kind it would have been rude to ask her to drop Clarissa off.

Annie gave a better look at the girl she had just let inside the car. A brunette with dark brown eyes.

'What were you doing?' she asked the stranger.

Clarissa was still trying to take a breath, and felt like puking again but used all the willpower left in her to keep it all in. It worked, for now...

'... I-I don't know...'

'You don't know what, dear?'

Clarissa looked like she was in a daze.

Annie got a closer look, 'Are you ok?' she got no response. Clarissa's eyes had shut and her head collapsed forwards, swinging from side to side at every turn the car made.

Annie told her new unconscious friend, 'Don't worry, we'll go to my house and take care of you...'

Annie's house was in a private community on the outskirts of town. She had to pass through a gate to get in there. Every house in the neighborhood was large and looked as expensive as it was, a place where old wealthy people could be peaceful.

Annie's place had a driveway and a small garden in front, and a high wall of green bushes that made it impossible to see her house behind.

As soon as she stopped the car, Annie walked out and to Clarissa's side, the young woman looked like a corpse.

Annie looked around her neighborhood as she unbuckled the seat belt from Clarissa's chest. Michael was on the opposite side of the road.

That multi-millionaire dumbass was in front of his property sat on a chair - the type people usually use at the beach. After selling his company few years ago, he had spent most of his time, on that chair watching everyone pass by and glancing at his watch every three seconds - Annie assumed he was probably checking the time to know how long it could take him to die out there without anyone noticing. (...she estimated, one month...)

He waved at her from the distance. She waved back, knowing that what she was going to do was probably as unusual as things could get: an old lady dragging out a naked younger lady from her car and, to add to that, the young lady looked as well as dead.

She just hoped Michael wouldn't tell his wife Cornelia. She was a professional gossiper. If she found out something about you, the entire neighborhood would know within an hour.

Annie put the girls arms on top of her own shoulders, making it look as if she was aiding the young girl into standing up, it was better than dragging her into the cottage.

Using that pretense, she got to the small black gate with not many problems other than the girl's feet dragging on her old garden tiles.

She dipped into her tiny handbag, looking for the keys to the door. She turned and saw the old guy turned towards his house door, he was gesticulating to someone inside. It had to be the devil incarnate, Cornelia. Now god knows what nonsense she was going to tell the neighbors about her.

Annie was just helping a girl who seemed to have serious problems.

3

Annie was able to open the gate and walk in with the girl. The stranger's body was slender and athletic. Annie was a very slender woman too, her once banging body that made men drool for her on the streets had morphed into mere replica of what it used to be. It was like, with age, her skin was melting, but she didn't really worry about that - like a lot of women, Annie had her secret ways to keep herself looking young.

Annie was sweating heavily, dragging the naked girl down the compound with her. After the wall of bushes, the tiles extended downwards to the front door of the property. A large Victorian era building that somehow had kept its look despite the years. It