Official Description:
One kiss sparks the clues, but what do they all mean? Bella dreams of her future self, knowing the life she lives ends in tragedy. How can she change her story when she already knows the ending? The door is there, but where is the key? AH, ExB, Rated M.
I heard about this story from several people on Twitter. My feed was filled with people talking about how spooky it was, but how they couldn’t stop reading it. Being a person who loves a good scary story, I was intrigued and decided to give it a go. I have to say that the story doesn’t disappoint.
The story starts out with Bella graduating from high school; an achievement earning her a visit from her mom, who brings her a special graduation present. From the moment this gift comes into Bella’s life, things begin to get weird. She finally earns the attention of her long unrequited love, Edward, and she begins to have visions and dreams foretelling of her tragic future. Or is it her past? We don’t really know.
Struckatthesky pulls you in from the very first chapter and leaves you wanting more. She gives little clues as the story progresses, causing one to conjure up theories and speculations on what these strange events mean as her characters try to solve the mystery. Are they warnings of what’s to come? Will they piece the clues together to figure out what the visions and dreams mean? And will it be in time to save her?
As soon as he steps over the threshold of the door, it slams shut, leaving me inside the room alone. The light flickers and I can feel an instant chill in the air that makes me shiver in more ways than one.
“Bella!” Edward’s yelling, twisting the knob and knocking on the door loudly. I run over and try to open it from my side, but the lock has caught.
“It’s locked! Use the key!” I all but scream, pulling and tugging at the knob as if I could break down the door. Unfortunately, oak is a strong wood and it just isn’t happening for me.
“It’s gone!”
“What!” I screech, my fear kicking up a notch.
I can hear Edward throwing things around, trying to find the key when I see something move in my peripheral vision. I turn, pressing my back against the door and stare in shock as the small rocking chair begins creaking back and forth as if an invisible someone is sitting in it.
“Oh my God!” Edward yells and I hear it too, the music box.
“I’m going to go get someone, Bella!”
“Don’t leave me up here alone!” I scream, watching the rocking chair as it stops abruptly. The light flickers again and I’m about to throw something through the window when the chest of drawers rattles, the bottom drawer sliding open slowly. As soon as it is open, the light comes back to full brightness and the warmth in the air returns. But what causes me the most relief is the sound of the lock clicking open.
The story has a supernatural vibe mixed with a bit fantasy, love, romance, suspense, and mystery. It will keep you on your toes and will give you chills from head to toe. I’m dying to know the secret behind it all, and the answer lies through the oak door. Check it out!
This fic scares the crap outta me. (I can’t watch scary movies lol) Whenever I get an update for this, I have to make sure I read it before 7pm and that there’s someone else in the house with me. And this isn’t a horror fic!
What this is, is a mystery. And it all seems to start with a dress.
“You know Grandma Higgenbotham left you a trust for college, so instead of giving you money I wanted to find something you would love.” I smile at my mother, knowing that she loves to shop. I am not much of a shopper, but I do love old things and some of my best memories were of the two of us trolling through flea markets and garage sales when we still lived in Phoenix. She knows this about me, so I find myself excited when she hands me the gift bag she brought in with us.
I smile, digging to the bottom of the pink and burgundy tissue paper and pull out soft white cotton. It is a sundress with capped sleeves and simple lines. I press it to my face and inhale, smelling the scent of my mother’s favorite laundry detergent still permeating the fabric. This dress is familiar, beautiful, and reminds me of home even though Forks, Washington is where I began and where I am now.
“I love it, Mom. Where did you find it?”
“I thought you would. Phil’s mother Margaret and I were cleaning out her attic and we came across a trunk filled with her sister’s old clothes. She was going to donate everything to goodwill but I saw this dress and knew you’d appreciate it. It’s from the 60s,” she says excitedly.
“That is so cool, you have no idea.”
“I know just the place you can wear it.”
“Where?”
“That boy’s party tonight. Wear those leather moccasins I sent you for your birthday and let your hair down. The boys won’t be able to resist you.”
Bella wears the dress to Edward’s graduation party. Of course, she’s always had a crush on him and he’s always had a girlfriend. When he sees her:
“Ah, I should have known. You look really nice by the way. I remember that dress.”
My brows furrow and I laugh a little. “Not on me. My mom just gave it to me today as a graduation gift. It used to belong to her boyfriend’s aunt way back in the 60s.”
He looks at me harder and I feel heat flash across my skin. “Seriously? I swear I’ve seen you in it before.”
“I swear I just got it today,” I laugh, finding his confusion cute.
“Maybe I’m thinking of something else then. Do you want to go down by the water before the sun goes away completely?”
“Sure.”
Some time later, Bella has a vision/dream:
It shimmers and shakes, not quite tangible, but sheer and waiting to happen. I am lying on the earth in a vast field beneath a tree and all I can smell is the tang of dried earth and the spice of bark. It is a beautiful day, but I am afraid of something. It’s coming and I can’t stop it. Everything I did, no matter how hard I tried to change the inevitable, my actions only lead to where I was meant to be. I look down, noticing my dress – the white dress – and there is blood pooling from a wound in my stomach. It looks as if I did it myself, but I have laid here in agony since the break of dawn and the sun is now high in the sky, even though I am in the shade of the oak tree. I see the knife, knowing it wasn’t me who plunged it into my stomach, but I’m too weak now and can’t remember his face. I’m slipping away and there is no one here to help me.
I’m alone and dying and it’s just too soon.
And then the mystery just deepens. I don’t know what else to tell you. struckatthesky captures the emotions of young love perfectly. The words she uses to describe everything can bring you from romantic euphoria to scared shitless on the turn of a dime. If you want to read something that you’ve never read before, definitely check out Through the Oak Door!
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