Did You Lock The Door Game Novels & Stories

With dread, I walked towards the door trying to open it, my brows furrowing together when I realized it was locked. Why would Damon lock himself inside? I tried to push my body against the door when I kicked the foot mat, revealing the keys underneath. "What the fuck is going on?" I questioned out loud, squatting to pick up the key, and inserting it into the door. Each click the door made to signify it's opening made my heart beat faster. Was this some game? "Damon." I called out the moment the door opened. I called again, "Sweetie?" but still got no response.

"This was a test, and you failed. So it really is about money with you, huh?" I felt nothing. My reply was calm and flat. "When are you giving back my money?" He exploded, sending a sixty-second voice rant, "Lila! Does it say anywhere that money was yours? What proof do you have that I was spending your allowance?" I didn’t even hesitate. Within a second, I unlinked his family card, then changed both my phone payment password and lock screen password. That sent him spiraling. "Lila! Why’d you remove the card? Without it, how am I supposed to survive? If I starve to death, you’ll be a murderer."

Pushed the key into the lock. It slid in smoothly. Just like before. My hand tightened. Then. I turned it. Click. The sound echoed. Louder than anything else. And for a second. Everything went still. No vibration. No sound. No movement. Just silence. Then. I opened the door. Slowly. Carefully. The room was dark again. Same as before. Empty. Still. Nothing inside. I frowned. “That’s it?” I muttered. But I didn’t believe it. Not anymore.

I encounter only two wolves before I finally reach the door and I draw out the pin. High on my to-do list today was to convince Cain to teach me how to pick locks. It’s surprisingly easy once you know what you’re doing. This is one loop in my plan because if someone stumbles on me trying to jam a door, there’ll be no explanations. I jam the pin in the keyhole hurriedly and shimmy it but there is absolutely no resistance. Frowning, I try the door, gasping in surprise when it opens beneath my hands. Why is it unlocked?!

Niko said. We reached a bulkhead door with more locks than any other point so far. Hansen swiped. Coleman, on comms, sent the override. The door thunked. Didn’t budge. “Of course,” Hansen muttered, rerunning his card. “This one’s… finicky.” “It’s not finicky,” Niko said, scanning the status. “It’s dug in. Godmode’s holding it.” I stepped closer. Laid my palm flat against the cold metal.

They were asked to kiss for five minute, which they did without delay. Everything was just naughty...I don't feel like being part of this game anymore. I stood up to leave, but suddenly the door open and i gasped as i sighted Dave and his two friends walking into the room. They were looking so cute but Dave was always different. He even dyed his hair? I stood like a zombie as I drool over him. I forgot the main reason why i stood up in the first place. "What's happening here?" Dave asked. "We are just playing a game, the three of you can join if you wish, it will be more fun." Tala said sweetly

I turned back towards the door and going up to it I noticed that the lock on the door was a pin protected one and wondering what could be the code to it I once again looked back at Alfeo and asked, “Do you have the security code too?” “No, I don’t. Taking out just the location was easy but beside that Draven has kept everything about it too deep under the covers for me to dig up anything else,” he said, taking out his gun to shoot off the lock. “Let me just break it off for you.” “Are you crazy? That might send a direct signal of us breaking in! Then Diana and Draven will both come to know about it and I absolutely don’t want that to happen.”

I was not able to stop myself from what I was doing. My hand worked on their own. I was looking forward to it when I picked up a rock and started hitting the lock. After a few more tries the lock broke. I threw the rock and pulled out the lock. I placed the lock floor, stood up straight and pushed the door open . The door opened with a creaking sound . The door was rusty and had not been opened in many years.

And my fingers went back locking the door. The decision was made.

There are no windows to escape from or air vents … the floor looks to be made or a smooth layer of cement. Biting my lip, I look back at the wardrobe door as an idea comes to mind. I don’t know if it will work, but I might as well try. With a powerful and swift kick, the wardrobe door shatters off the hinges, splintering into fresh pieces. I grab one, hoping it will work as I wedge it in the small crack of the door. “Contestant Soley, Please move away from the door,” a robotic voice comes through the speaker. I run, charging towards it as I land a foot on the wood, ready to propel up and shatter the lock. Before I can succeed, I hear the clicks of the lock opening before a puff of air and th