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A Fourteenth Door That Breathes: “The Fourteenth Room” — Veil Tales Part 1

A house with thirteen rooms. A fourteenth door that breathes. 🗝️

Veil Tales is my serialized gothic mini-movie — a story told 60 seconds at a time, and every episode ends somewhere you won’t expect. Part 1, “The Fourteenth Room,” opens the series: a housekeeper is hired to clean a house with thirteen rooms, in order, and never count them twice. On the first night, she counts anyway.

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Transcript

They hired me to keep a house with thirteen rooms. Clean them in order, the letter said. Never count them twice. The first night, I counted anyway. Thirteen doors along the landing. Thirteen keys on my ring. I slept. At three in the morning, something knocked from inside the wall. I counted again, the way you check a lock you know you locked. One. Two. Three. The doors had moved. And between the nursery and the linen room stood a fourteenth door. It was warm. And from underneath it, breathing. I have cleaned this house for nine nights now. The door is still there. Tomorrow, I open it.

Written & created by Kiana Jimenez · Poetic Bipolar Mind. A new part arrives every Friday — follow @poeticbipolarmind so you don’t miss it.


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