Did You Lock The Door Game Novels & Stories

Unlocking. Someone had a key.

Ethan lifted his phone and used the flashlight. “Where did he go?” My grandmother pointed toward a narrow passage. “He knows another way out.” Jake looked at the steel door. “Then we open this.” David stepped forward. “I know the lock.” He studied the keypad. “There are six numbers.” “Do you remember them?” David closed his eyes. “Not all of them.” “Try,” Lily encouraged. He stared at the keypad. “Six… four…” He hesitated. “Two.” The light turned green. Everyone froze.

"I will walk out of here and shut the door behind me. You two figure out your shit. There are bigger things happening right now and we need you both to be in the game." Elliot stays silent as Dominick walks out the door, closing it behind him as he promised. Then the sound of a lock flicking resonates in the room even though it would be on the wrong side of the door. Why did none of the doors in the compound lock on the proper side? "Did he lock us in here together?"

he said and playfully tugged at my nipple again. "Jeez! Enough with the nipple touching already!" I barked. Jacob chuckled and lifted my shirt up completely, then kissed my stomach. "Wait," I stopped him before he pulled down the zipper of my jeans. "What is it?" he asked but didn't remove his hand from it. "Is the door locked?" I said and looked at the door nervously. Jacob smirked. He stood up and walked to the door. I heard a clicking noise as he locked the door then walked back to me. "There, the door is securely locked. Can I continue now?"

“Lock the door.” She did and the sign returned to being occupied.

“Juvia, there is a keypad on the door. Could you put in a code. Any code, just make sure its one that you will remember.” I looked at him and cocked my head before stepping over to the door and finding the keypad. I punched looked behind me and as I did, Nate and Leon both turned away. 010516. My school locker number was the only one that sprung to mind. I hit enter and nothing happened. “Okay, that is now the code for the door. Type it again.” Leon said and I did. The door clicked 3 times and then I pulled the handle down and the door opened.

Emily stopped talking as she heard the door close. “No!” she screamed, running to the door as it closed. She let her hand form a fist and hit the door miserably. “What?” Aaron asked, seeing her reaction to the door closing. “JJ went all out with this stupid game of his. The door won’t open until you find the clue, solve the riddle, and then enter the code.” “Okay, so what was the code?” “I don’t know.” “Okay, what was the riddle?” “Don’t know.”

Adam's and Carmen exchanged a vindictive look, the former took out a room card and swiped it at the door of room 402. It beeped. The electronic door lock was opened but they could not open the door. Someone had locked it from inside. Hmm? Mrs. Adam's was confused by it and looked at the number of the door again. It was the right room and she had even arranged a huge scene inside. According to her plans, the door should not have been locked. Immediately after she swiped the room card, the door should have opened and everyone would see the drama unfolding within. She even ordered the people involved that they were not allowed to lock the door from the inside.

I enter the bathroom and see a recording device on the ground, plying what sounds like the crying noise on it. “What the hell?” I question. What kind of treasure hunt is this, anyway? I stand back up and walk toward the door, when suddenly, it swings closed, and to my horror, it actually makes a locking sound. Oh, no way. What the hell, how did that happen? “Very funny, you two,” I call, banging on the door. “But that’s the end of the joke. Now let me out so we can keep playing the game. But there’s no answer.

Down here, beneath the acoustic dampeners of the city, the broadcast of Jack’s Pink Seduction magic could not penetrate the heavy steel. The men were awake. And they were terrified. They were massive, heavily muscled "Wild" men, stripped of their shirts, their bodies covered in soot and bruises. They sat huddled in the corners of the iron cages, their eyes darting wildly. They were participants in the Death Game.