Games Like Red Door Yellow Door Novels & Stories

He said, “They use this as a scare tactic.” “By ringing the doorbell?” She asked. “Then, when you finally get up, there won’t be anyone there.” He said. “They play games?” She asked, and he laughed at her reaction. “Most of what they do is playing games,” Mack said. “That is what I noticed first about them.” “So the fact they play games is the thing that made you see them for what they were?” Haven asked, looking confused. “It was one of the things.” He said as she looked around the room.

“No my child, open your eyes like you are trying to see for the first time. Closing your eyes closes your sight within her mind and yours.” When I opened my eyes expecting to see her, I saw that I was stuck within a white hall with a few gold doors, red doors and black doors. “Good my child”, I heard her voice echo through the halls. I turned around trying to see her but she wasn’t there. “The gold ones represent her favorite memories. Red means her intimate ones and black means her dreadful ones”. I nodded my head and looked to the right where I saw a golden door. “Choose a memory for now and open it”.

Paul huffed and Leo agreed with him. We have labels for the type of game we will be playing. Yellow if it's easy, and we will just tease, push them around, but nothing physical. Orange is when we will leave them with nothing, inflict physical damage, but not to the point of danger, and lastly and the most extreme is red. We will fūck with their heads until they go back to the city and go straight to an asylum. Some of my friends like red, including me. There is nothing more satisfying than seeing how a once almighty person drops to the ground, and loses their identity.

The hallway stretched ahead, lined with doors under soft glows of red, blue, and purple. “These are the themed rooms,” he said. “The colors tell you what’s inside. First up—red. The voyeur rooms. For people who like to watch… or be watched.” One open door pulled my attention. Inside, a couple was going at it while a few others looked on. I snapped my gaze away, cheeks heating. “No need to look away. They want an audience,” Liam murmured, his arm slipping around tighter around my waist. “Maybe later. What’s with the blue doors?” I asked, trying to hide the blush creeping up my neck.

Abruptly, my feet zoomed to a dark black floor and I came face to face with three doors. The middle one of the RED color, the left one of BLUE color and the right one also the last one of PINK color. "Uh... what do these doors want me to do?" I asked, hoping someone could answer for me. Nothing. Just complete silence. "Am I in Xavier's mind or something? And what do these colors represent of?" I walked closer to the RED door but it screamed danger. "Maybe not this one." I mumbled, about to pass away from it but curiosity got the best of me.

But the most important question is: which is the door we should go through? Gary looks at Lucifron. His Luna was smarter than him. He was stressing about the number of doors, and he had forgotten the most important thing. What is the right door? He looked around. All the doors looked the same, occupying the 4 corners of the room. The door leading to the underworld was black, most of the other doors were white. Mostly, because one of the doors was red, and this one was immediately opposite the black door. - It seems too easy, like a trap. – Gary says, looking at the red door.

Taking one slow step to meet up with me, we continued down the hall. One step closer to being friends, check! We finally reached the family wing. These doors were huge, black with a hint of red. Demons are displayed on each of the panels and gold trim around each door. “You know my room.” Loki pointed to his door. His door had a dark green hue to it. “That’s Lucifer’s door,” he pointed to the room beside his. His door was the same as most of the others, dark with a hint of red. No personality on the door like Loki’s.

“Yes Van, and because you are the only one that can see me, we lured you and your friends in the restricted hallway…” “And test us in your world,” Cara interrupted. From the sound of it, they are like rats being caught for lab experiments. “Again, we’re sorry that we have to put you into this, but we have to admit that you did pretty well. The worlds you entered are meant to trap people with neither brains nor discipline. But you and your friends are sharp enough to go through the Room of Doors, the Enchanted Staircase, that False Ravine and the Maze of Mirrors,” Ana explained.

She responded, grinning, “This is only but a game.” “What do you mean?” I asked in confusion. “There are two doors, one leads to Melonie and the other leads to Bruno, Othello, Lavanya, Clara, Arlo, Queen Manon and Alpha Vargus.” She announced. “You can only choose one door, who would you go for Arwan? Your lover, or your family?” “So I was the game all along? And you are saying that I can only go into one door, one leads to Melonie and the other leads to the rest people?” I muttered in disappointment.