Do you like scary stories that are easy to read? At MixStories.com, we bring you short horror tales in simple English. This story is called “The Room with No Door.” It is written in A1-level English, so beginners and young readers can enjoy it. But don’t read it alone… this room has a dark secret.
Lena was a young woman. She moved to a new city for work. She did not know anyone there. She lived alone in a small apartment.
The apartment was quiet. Too quiet.
There was only one room, a small kitchen, and a bathroom. She liked the room. It had soft blue walls and one big window. She felt safe—until one rainy night.
That night, the rain hit the window hard. The wind howled like a wolf. The lights blinked again and again. Then, all at once, the power went off.
The room was dark.
Lena lit a candle and sat on her bed. She picked up a book to calm down. But then she heard a strange sound.
Knock. Knock.
She froze.
The sound did not come from the front door. It came from the wall next to her bed.
She waited.
Knock. Knock.
Lena slowly got up and walked to the wall. She touched it. It was ice cold.
“Maybe it’s just old pipes,” she whispered. But something didn’t feel right.
She put her ear to the wall.
Nothing.
Then she went back to bed.
The next morning, everything felt normal. She got ready and went to work. But all day, she had a strange feeling like someone was watching her.
That night, the knocks came again.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Three slow knocks.
She turned off the music and listened carefully.
This time, she heard a whisper.
“Let… me… out…”
Lena gasped. “Who’s there?” she said, her voice shaking.
No answer.
She didn’t sleep that night.
The next day, she told the building manager. He was an old man with gray hair.
“There is no room on that side,” he said. “Only a wall. No one lives there.”
“But I heard something,” Lena said. “A voice.”
The old man shook his head. “That part of the building was closed years ago. No doors. No windows. Just bricks.”
That night, Lena locked all her windows and doors. She placed her phone near her bed. She left the light on.
But at midnight, the light turned off by itself.
Darkness.
Then the sound came again.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
She grabbed her phone. But the screen was black. Dead battery.
Footsteps echoed in the room.
Lena’s heart beat fast. She hid under the blanket.
Then she heard breathing.
Soft. Slow. Right beside her ear.
She pulled off the blanket—no one was there.
She sat up in bed, gasping for air. That’s when she saw something on the wall.
A crack. A thin, dark line. It ran from the ceiling down to the floor.
She touched it.
The crack felt warm. Too warm.
Then she heard scratching. Something behind the wall was trying to get out.
The next day, Lena called her friend. “Can I stay with you tonight?” she asked.
“Of course,” her friend said. “Is everything okay?”
“I think someone is in my wall.”
Her friend laughed. “You’re watching too many scary movies.”
But Lena knew what she heard.
That evening, she packed a bag. But before she left, she heard something again.
Whisper. Whisper. Whisper.
The voice called her name.
“Lena…”
She dropped her bag and looked around. No one was there.
She ran to the door to leave, but the door was gone.
In its place was a smooth wall. No handle. No frame. Just flat, cold stone.
She screamed. “Let me out!”
She turned back and saw the crack opening more.
Crack. Crack.
A black hand came out of the wall. Then another.
A shadow began to pull itself out. Its face had no eyes. No mouth. Just darkness.
Lena backed into the corner, shaking.
“Please… go away…” she cried.
The shadow smiled, though it had no face.
“You stay now,” it said.
Then it pulled her into the wall.
Gone.
The next day, the old manager walked past her room.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
He knocked. No answer.
He opened the door. The room was empty. Lena was gone. Her clothes, her bed, her books—everything was gone.
But there was something new.
A thin black crack on the wall.
Now, people say if you pass that room at night… and if you stop to listen closely…
You can hear her.
Knock. Knock.
And a soft whisper:
“Let me out…”
