Mystery Yellow Room Novels & Stories

“I sense strong mana.” We took a turn, and the room was a few steps away. There was no door at the entrance of the room. I entered the room, which was pitch dark. I brought a torch inside and looked around. The room was small, with a bed in one corner, a desk right in front of it and a rocking chair near the entrance. There was a medium-sized bookshelf filled with all kinds of books. It was all in shades of grey. “Seems like this Derek guy loves grey colour,” Lead said fluttering to the desk. There was an inkpot with a quill and a few parchments scattered here and there with a few books.

Each color shining bright on each board almost blinding me into it fantasy world. A young familiar woman, wearing a long yellow coat, Black pants, and black heels with her hair styled into a neat black bob emerged from the huge portraits packed on the desk. She shifted her eyes toward my direction. Her winter gray eyes got fixed to mine. It was definitely her, Miss Yellow coat Painter. I quickly snapped out of whatever spell I was caught in and ran into the crowd. ¬ ¬ ¬ ¬ I closed the door behind me heading inside the half open room on my left. I pushed the door open and ran my eyes around the empty room. “Hendrik!”

He thought his gaze cold but with a hint of small determination. That hint of determined look brought back the password into his head. He left and went into a private room that no one knew about. The room was not as big as the one in his villa with no bed. Rather, it looked like it was his mystery room. The lights were red and dimly lit. There were pictures of some people on the wall. Some were marked green while others were red. He pressed a button and something like a board came out of the ground. He walked to the board and wrote down the password on it while saying it out loud.

Sharon was proving a useful ally, but he knew better than to trust her too much. There was always another agenda with women like Sharon. The elevator dinged, the doors slid open, and he found himself in a plush, carpeted hallway. Leo stepped out; his polished shoes made no sound on the thick carpet. He found Room 1408 at the far end, its door slightly ajar. Leo's brow furrowed, but he didn't hesitate. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was not well-lit; the soft light from a single lamp cast long shadows on the walls.

I don't blame them though, It wouldn't do any good if everyone is in a panic state luckily most of the pack members were safe I ventured the hallway looking at nothing but photos, when I suddenly came across a particular door that had a different color than the rest, my curiosity got the better of me so I opened up the door and made my way inside The room itself wasn't that interesting but somehow I knew it held mysteries, it looked like an ordinary study room with a small siting area and book shelves filling out the rest of the room I looked around the room gliding my hands across the books that looked interesting but found nothing out of the ordinary, just as I was about to give up and hea

he pressed lightly the beautiful yellow flower, making the painting to suddenly shakes and after a few seconds they were welcomed by countless numbers of different guns and grenades in a big wide room, the big painting served as a door. “This room is connected outside towards the hidden door too. When Shan checks the outside, he saw footprints on the back of the building that was strangely stopped on the shady plain wall,” Xian added. “Your deduction explains how the murderer killed them without getting caught by the camera in the hallway. Were they’d killed by their business partner?” Officer Lee asked dumbfoundedly, it never crossed their mind that there’s a secret room in this big place.

"You're invading his privacy, don't you think?" "No," Blanche replied, crossing her arms. "Don't you think the right question to ask here, is why does he have a secret room like this?" Misha shrugged, avoiding her gaze. "I don't know. Maybe he's a killer and he stored the dead body of his victims there?" She let her question fall of the air, Blanche whispered something that she didn't catch. She watched Blanche move forward and put Misha's key on the keyhole. She twisted the knob open and Blanche scanned a blue-colored room that's filled with nothing unusual things.

“I’m not wasting anything. This shows where Aiden was during the time that teacher got killed. Play it and you’ll see.” They took us to this small room with a laptop and a couple of detectives who looked like they had not slept in days. One of them was a cop with short hair who kept tapping their pen. The other guy was big and bald and did not smile once. Chris and Ethan stood behind me. My hands would not stop shaking when I plugged the card in. “Before you play it,” I said real fast, “just know it’s private stuff okay? But it has proof.” The female detective raised one eyebrow. “Private how?”

My mind raced as I thought of the horrifying things that I might find. The lights were off and the room was dimly lit. The windows and curtains were shut, preventing any form of light. I managed to locate the switch on the wall and turn it on. "Oh wow!" My mouth fell open as I observed the sight in front of me. The room was painted the same creamy white color of the door, it was the most girly themed room I'd seen in my life. In the middle of it stood a four-poster bed with pretty yellow drapes around it. It had a huge dresser, so I stepped in and gave myself a tour of it. This was the only part of this house that had life but somehow it felt empty and dead. I immediately concluded it was Mi

Then at the door. “Violet.” She already knew. Of course she knew. The key that opened testimony. Or consequence. She stepped forward and slid it into the lock. It turned. The door opened. Inside Room 219, there was no bed. No chair. No girl. Only walls covered floor to ceiling in photographs. Women. Girls. Children. Some old. Some recent. Some blurred. Some smiling before they knew better. Violet took one step inside. Then saw the photograph pinned at eye level in the center of the far wall.