Amnesia Escape Room Novels & Stories

“You’re scaring me.” Kyla spoke softly. “Then… who do you love?” I smiled proudly. “Bryan Mitchell, obviously.” Alex blinked. “Bryan Mitchell?” “Exactly,” I said. “Tell him I’m in the hospital. Maybe he’ll visit me.” No one spoke. Then Isaac sighed heavily. “Ayah… you’re twenty-eight years old. Not eighteen.” My smile slowly faded. “What?” The doctor stepped forward. “Ayah, you’re experiencing retrograde amnesia. Because of the trauma from the accident, your brain lost access to your recent memories.”

The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting sharp, clinical shadows across the subterranean war room. I stood rooted to the concrete floor, staring at the bloody red cross painted over my own photograph. "THE MOLE IS IN THIS HOUSE." My mind was a blank slate, yet my past self had managed to turn my own missing memories into the ultimate vault. I had locked the traitor's identity in the one place no one could torture it out of me—behind an impenetrable wall of synthetic amnesia.

After a car accident wipes my memory, my mind is stuck ten years in the past—right after I get down on one knee to propose to Angeline Stone. I tear through every app on my phone, desperate to find any proof that Angeline is actually my wife. But all I see in my contacts are numbers I don't recognize, and my WhatsApp chat list is empty. I have no choice but to call my buddy, Rick Tate, to ask him whether Angeline accepted my proposal. To my surprise, he explodes on me like a lit firecracker. "Did a donkey kick you in the head, Caleb? Did she accept your proposal? You're about to divorce her!" My first reaction after hanging up is—damn, I'm a legend. I actually managed to land an ice quee

“Hurry.” The door had closed once more and so Amelia put the jars down and dropped Cornelius blood on the doorknob once again and she opened the door. She quickly entered the room and put the jars where they belonged. Coming out of the room, she saw the two guards that had been there earlier back to their former position. “I’ve wiped their memories for the last ten minutes,” Cara told Amelia. “Now go, someone’s coming,” she said and Amelia immediately teleported out of there and back to her bathroom.

He gently shook his head, “I won’t argue. Better to start now. So, we’ll finish early.” “Let’s go!” Einille exclaimed excitedly. They started walking to the jump-off. Rudy informed them that he would wait on the endpoint of the traverse. They were other tourists aside from Einille and Vale. The cold breeze greeted them when they reached the starting point in Ampucao. Einille witnessed welcome signage in green. Below was the printed traverse map. They were going to explore the Ampucao-Santa Fe Ridge. She couldn’t hold her enthusiasm. “I’ll take a picture there, Sir,” Greco called out Vale.

I dragged my tired feet over to the front door of the house and opened it, only to hear the sound of laughter and lively chatter coming from the living room. My breath hitched, and I froze. The moon was shining overhead, its soft, silver light illuminating the four figures happily huddled in the living room. I was not part of the huddle, and I felt my heart go cold. When they spotted me, their laughter ground to a halt, and the atmosphere instantly became tense. I quirked the corner of my lips and asked in a deliberately formal, distant tone, "May I know where my room is?" Dad's expression stiffened. Calvin shot to his feet and hurried to point at the door at the furthest end of the staircas

"Then you're wasting your effort. Lisa has been with me for years—everyone knows how much she loves me! She's only close to you now because she's lost her memory. Once I tell her the truth, she'll come back to me!" Grayson started to respond, but fell silent. The light in his eyes dimmed. He knew Ethan wasn't lying. All these years, he had seen with his own eyes just how deeply I loved Ethan. I caught that shift in his expression clearly and stepped forward. When they saw me, a flicker of panic crossed their faces. Ethan rushed toward me, pointing at Grayson. "Lisa, do you know—" Before he could finish, I cut him off. "Ethan, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I never lost my memory."

he said, his voice breaking slightly, "why let me believe you were lost. Why let me sit beside your bed explaining your own marriage back to you like a stranger." I sat down heavily across from him, my hands pressed together, trying to find some way to explain something I barely understood myself. "Because the amnesia was the only version of me that ever let itself be gentle with you," I said. "Do you understand what I'm saying. Not the injury changing who I was. The forgetting itself, becoming a kind of permission I'd never given myself before. I could hold your hand without the weight of two years of guilt sitting behind it. I could ask if I'd been good to you without already knowing, with

“Hello, this is Dr. Clark, and I need the nurse that’s tending to this room to come here. ASAP.” “Yes, sir.” A few seconds later, Maybell comes running in. “How may I help you, Dr. Clark?” “Look around and tell me what is missing.” She looks around. “I don’t understand.” “You don’t understand, so how about I spell it out for you. The patient who was in this room isn’t here.” “She was just here a little while ago.” “Has anyone taken her out for any tests?” “No, sir. “So, you mean to tell me that a woman with amnesia was able to walk out of her room and pass the nurses’ station without anyone noticing. What the hell were you guys doing? Gossiping again about people’s lives when you should be p

"Wait. I'm not finished." I was about to pull free when the fast clip of heels came up behind me. A figure cut between us. Brittany jabbed a finger in my face. "I knew it. Your amnesia is an act. You're trying to claw your way back to Damien. God, you are such a scheming little—" "Listen up. Damien and I are holding our mating ceremony. If you keep throwing yourself at him, I'm going to deal with you personally, you home-wrecking bi—"