Locked Room Mysteries Novels & Stories

I stopped, removed a thick hard cover book and pressed the silver button on the wall. There was a crack sound of an opening door and the middle of the shelf pushed back and made an opening. It was a secret door that led to a secret room. I entered the room that was fully-equipped with different kinds of monitors, modern-based weapons, some artifacts and robotic engines. I walked towards the monitors and activated the CCTV records on the monitors. There were CCTV cameras everywhere around the mansion so it shouldn't be hard to find the killer who killed the rogue. My heart was troubled. I really wanted the culprit to be a total stranger. If it was what I was thinking, I could go crazy.

The employee punched a code on the door and gave us access to the room. “Officer Chartwell, swab the package for explosives,” Detective Robinson informed. “Yes, detective,” Chartwell responded. Officer Chartwell put on his gloves, did a swab, and tested it. Negative. He then took his knife and cut open the tape on the box. A blood-splattered heart-shaped locket was in the box with a note. Past mistakes a made anew. I will claim all of you. Over my dead body, will I ever let you have me. You fucking psycho.

And suddenly the conservatory felt cold. Midnight had a different flavor when you are picking a lock in your husband’s study with a key lifted from a maid who used to be someone’s lover and someone else’s war crime. The hallway behind me was dark and too quiet. The carpet swallowed my steps like a guilty conscience. The door clicked open with a sigh, and I slid inside without announcing myself.

I checked all of the rooms, I found a library with a few books that I liked and I made a mental note to come back for it, After looking around I found myself in front of a room with a black door, the only room with a black door. A breath falls out of my lips as I placed my hand on the knob, to my surprise it’s the only room in the house that’s locked, Dominic is busy and even if I asked, he would not open it, who or what could he be hiding there. After many attempts toward the door with a Bobby pin, I was able to open it, I found myself walking into a room filled the files and papers, a cough stuck in my throat for a few seconds before it cleared.

The timestamps were clearly labeled. There weren't any more explicit pictures, but the few that were posted were more than enough when paired with the explosive headline and the flood of comments underneath. ["Innocent" Campus Heartthrob Spotted Sneaking Into Storage Room With Older Woman] It felt as if all the blood in my body rushed straight to my head. My ears rang loudly, drowning out everything else. I could see Wallace's mouth moving in front of me, but I couldn't hear a single word he was saying.

“And I want tampons!” I looked around the room. I realized why there was no window here, no curtain. There was a single bed, a nightstand with a landline that obviously had no ringer. A two-door closet, a couple of framed flowers on the wall, and wood panel flooring were done badly. “It’s impossible there’s no window.” I’d watched and read thriller books, and one thing that gave readers clues was the scratches on the floor, that someone moved furniture regularly. First, I opened the closet. There was nothing inside other than a blanket and unused hangers. I checked the drawers. They were empty as well. The bathroom window was too high, and there was no chair I could use. So I checked for the

Some were edged perfectly, and some looked rushed. Down the hall on the far end of the house was the largest room, and what Jimmy could only call the master suite. The door was locked from the inside and it took a little manipulation to get the lock to finally give. The room was unlike the others. There were clothes laid on the bed and the room smelled like men’s cologne. Now more than ever he was baffled and sure this house had a mystery hidden within the walls. Jimmy recalled thinking he saw a woman in the window, which would have been the master bedroom.

"I know you're curious, Miss, but you must trust in the master. He knows what he's doing. He's keeping us safe, even if we don't understand everything he does." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the hallway, my mind whirling with questions and fears. I knew that I couldn't ignore my curiosity forever, but for now, I would do as the maid said and stay far away from that room. The next day morning at the dining table I sat at the table, twirling my spoon in my oatmeal, my mind kept wandering back to the locked room in the west wing of the mansion. I couldn't shake off the maid's warning from the night before, and I was itching to know what secrets the room held.

I will not rest until I have unraveled the mystery she carries with her, unmasking her true nature for all to see. My room is an average-sized space, dimly lit and adorned with dark paintings that hang on the walls. The atmosphere is filled with an air of mystery and intensity, reflecting my own inner turmoil. The lighting is minimal, casting subtle shadows that dance across the room, creating an ambiance of secrecy and brooding.

They parked and Milton got out first, then took Lindsay's hand as they walked inside, talking and laughing. Half an hour later, a man stormed in, followed by two middle-aged women. I had Kay, who was disguised as part of the lobby staff, send me updates. That man was Lindsay's fiancé. I had given him the exact room number and the tickets. Although the front desk staff felt that he seemed off, they didn't dare stop him. Before long, the sound of a woman's cries and the dull thuds of punches echoed through the lobby. "Geez, Sharon. Those hits were brutal. I wish you could see it. Lindsay didn't even manage to put her clothes on."