Locked Room Mysteries Novels & Stories

I said to myself dragging myself from the bed to get him his god-damn chair. "Wow "I unconsciously said as I entered his room and slid open the door of his study. He's got great taste and from the view of his room and study, he's also classical. It looked pretty without being feminine. Light green walls created a cool beauty ,giant windows on two walls gave a glorious view of the outside beauty while allowing the moon and stars which flickered so beautifully to cast light and shadows to highlight the colours inside. Charles didn't seem the type of man to care about decor but the room reeked of elegant simplicity. I just can't help admiring it. It's just so elegant and well ......

Richard opened a door furthest from the long passage and walked in. Sarah inspected the room when she entered and couldn't help but feel goosebumps all over her skin. Up above the wall of the strangely decorated room, was an inscription that said, 'red room'. Sarah gasped and panted softly. There were so many tools here some of which looked like instruments for sexual gratification. She looked at each of the items in the room and couldn't help but look at Richard suspiciously. There was so much about this man that she was yet to know.

29:59 [Failure to discover the truth will result in punishment. The screen switched abruptly to security footage. Daniel Cross appeared stumbling into his room shortly after midnight looking terrified. He locked the door behind himself before frantically searching through drawers like he was looking for something. Then the footage cut. “That’s it?” Liam demanded. [Find the missing truth.] The screen went black again. For a brief second, nobody moved. Then Julian clapped once. “Fantastic! We’re in an escape room sponsored by psychopaths.” “We need to search everything,” Moira said immediately.

But at the end of the hallway was one last room I haven't checked yet. I twisted the knob, but it refused to budge. And with a swift motion, I shattered the doorknob quietly, and pushed the door open, letting myself in. The room inside was meticulously arranged. This was unmistakably Mason's room—it had his scent all over. I began to rummage through his belongings. Most drawers were filled with nothing but stacks of textbooks, but there was something that caught my attention—a locked drawer. What did he have hidden in here that it had to be locked?

“Copy. Secure her upstairs.” They haul me up again. We move down a short hallway, past framed hunting photos and mounted antlers that look like they’ve been here for decades. The stairs creak under our weight. At the top they turn left, and down another hallway with three doors. They stop at the last one on the right. The room is small and windowless, just four walls of dark panelling, a narrow bed with a thin quilt and a single wooden chair bolted to the floor. No lamp. No clock. Just a recessed ceiling light that never seems to change brightness.

Instead, she glossed over the relationship or changed the topic even when faced with our roommates' unabashed curiosity and mounting questions. It didn't matter how they pestered her for information as she refused to tell them anything about her new boyfriend. However, I soon found out just who that man was. A middle-aged man stopped me just as I was returning to campus one day. Judging by the construction dust clinging to his clothes, he was likely a laborer. He also did not seem well-educated. He instantly started pressing me for answers as soon as he spotted me. "Why did you block me? I gave you all of my money. Are you ignoring me because you have it now? Didn't you promise to marry me?

​I reached my hand deep inside the hidden pocket. ​My fingers brushed against something. It felt cold. Metal. ​I wrapped my fingers around the object and slowly pulled it out into the dim light of the room. ​My breath caught in my throat. All the blood drained from my face, and the room seemed to tilt sideways. ​In my hand lay a thick, high-quality black leather blindfold. It had smooth silver hardware, heavy metal buckles, and a soft velvet lining on the inside to protect the eyes. Attached to the leather strap by a small silver ring was a heavy ring holding two small, shiney brass keys the exact type of keys used for heavy-duty padlock locks. The exact keys that opened the metal rings in m

My power orienting toward it the way a compass orients north, not because I choose to follow but because the thing we are tracking is large enough to bend the space around it. Third floor. East wing. The hunting tapestry corridor. But we do not go to the locked room. We go to the room at the end of the corridor. The one that was always closed. The one neither Elena nor Queen Alara ever mentioned because neither of them were brought here. The door is open. Inside: a space that was not decorated for living but for purpose. Stone floor. A circle marked in something dark and old. Candles at eight points that burn without smoke. The smell of blood and something older than blood.

“Ah, damn it! Okay, sadness is not great ... But now she will be able to look into that locked room. Is Rozzie there? He returns to the door, grabbing a small lantern from the kitchen, picks up the key ... Gathering a full chest of air, he pushes it and looks inside. A bluish electric beam snatches out of the darkness the same ring in the wall as in her room, with a chain. There is no one at the other end of it ... There is no bed and a washbasin in this dungeon either. As well as imaginary straw. Only the stone floor covered in terrible black spots and streaks...

Crimson fiddles with the bunch of keys once again, the clinking of objects against each other disturbing the girl's sensitive ears. The room they are in is sterile, empty, and without color or smell. The white walls and equally white floor welcome the pair. The only thing that is certainly noticeable are the bars of the cell at the back of the room. And sitting with her knees close to her chest was Margaret's murderer. Crimson once again mutters: "Anything, call me." He closes the door. Emanuele takes two steps toward the bars, the sound of her shoes echoing through the room.