Did You Lock The Door Game Novels & Stories

There was no phone anywhere he could see. Patrick took note of all of this in a handful of seconds, but then his attention turned directly to the door next to the breakfast nook. He hurried to it, grasping the knob and twisting. The door wouldn’t budge. Then he noticed the deadbolt lock a few inches above the knob. One without a thumb-turn to unlock it, but one that could only be opened with a key, even from the inside. The door had no glass panels but was a solid slab of heavy wood. Clare stood next to him, studying the lock herself. “Can we do like we did with the door in the basement?”

It was as if he was searching for something on my face. He extended his hand. "I will show you. Something I’ve never shown anyone. Not even my family." I hesitated but slowly reached for his hand. One of his hands was holding my bag, while the other gripped my fingers tightly. Then, without another word, David pressed a sequence of numbers on the lock panel. 1-0-0-4. What date is that? Before I could ask, a soft click echoed. The door opened. I held my breath as the space beyond was revealed. The air inside felt different, colder, heavier.

A warning appeared on the main screen. INTERNAL SECURITY LOCKDOWN. My heart dropped. “No.” I rushed toward the door. Cairos followed me. I grabbed the handle and pulled. It didn’t move. “Open.” I entered my code into the panel beside the door. Nothing happened. I tried again, still nothing. Cairos stepped forward and tried his command code. The door remained locked. He looked at me. “Can you override it?” “No.” “Try another access point.” “There are three.”

It will open in a few tries, I am sure it will open. I turn the knob again and again but the door does not budge. The restricted sound indicates that the door is locked and I am indeed trapped in this room, even after last night. Unwanted tears slowly depart my eyes thinking the worst of the scenarios. I hate to admit but I was fooled. Fooled at such a vulnerable point.

Someone inside was playing both sides. “If I get out of this alive,” I muttered, “I’m biting that mole’s hand before Zane shoots him.” I typed the numbers into the keypad. The neon overhead flickered on the metal keys. One. Nine. Nine. Three. Each beep echoed too loud. After the last digit, the electromagnetic lock clicked. The door loosened. Colder air slid through the gap. Damp concrete drifted in. I pulled the door just enough to slip through. Fourteen steps down. Sparse lighting. One tired bulb overhead leaking a weak yellow glow. Rough concrete walls.

Then suddenly, a click interrupted us. Lucas stiffened, and I turned sharply toward the door, my stomach dropping. I yanked my wrist free at last and rushed to the door, fumbling with the handle but it didn’t even budge. It was locked? What was going on? Who was playing these games? Behind me, Lucas exhaled slowly. “Well,” he said, almost amused. “Looks like we’re stuck together.”

Supposedly. I pulled out the slim metal tool Dante showed me how to use—something about tension rotors and pins I barely pretended to understand—and fit it into the antique lock. Click. That was the part he didn’t mention: locks, no matter how fancy or old, always click. I froze. Nothing. No footsteps. No voices. I pushed the door open and slipped inside.

Under the cover of darkness, Daniel stood before the door, gently knocking, pressing his ear against it, and softly calling out, "Mommy, are you inside?" Soon, David received a text message with the code "0," their secret communication method. Confident that his mother was indeed inside, David swiftly retrieved his tools and carefully attached them to the electronic lock on the door, working to crack it open. It wasn't an easy task. The lock had three layers of security, involving fingerprint recognition, numeric codes, and specially processed materials. The numerical code required intricate calculations based on formulas, making random attempts impossible. On the other hand, the fingerprint

I watched them all exclaim in terror as they tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. I walked over to the lock and put in a new combination and then I picked up the microphone and turned to Lorenzo’s guard. “Was it installed in the poolhouse?” I inquired. He nodded, Lorenzo was confused, but he didnt question me, he just kept a straight face. I tapped the microphone and ordered one of the men to pull my chair to the centre where I could address everyone in the transparent poolhouse. “Now this is where it gets interesting because the game we are about to play is no ordinary game” I started.

I said and wriggled from his hold, but his grip tightened. "No, we'll go together." "Then put me down. I could just hold your hand." He put me down and intertwined our fingers. "But how would we open this door?" he uttered after realizing that the door wouldn't open. "Wait, I saw this before. This door lock is called the Heavenly Immortal Lock. The array is complicated to solve." I mumbled. "You're right. I saw this in the book, but there's no record of how to open them."