Mystery Yellow Room Novels & Stories

I muttered. "Your card," she said, her voice entirely flat. She extended a hand without looking up. I handed it over immediately. Her expression remained totally blank, bearing the look of someone who just wanted to do her hours and go home. She tapped a few keys on her computer, then handed the card back to me. She had scribbled two words across the back: Room 002. "Room?" I repeated, looking down the dark corridor. The entire layout was unsettling. There was nothing here but a long, stuffy hallway lined with heavy, identical doors. Why would anyone hold a cooking class in a windowless maze like this?

That was probably the case, and I was probably screwed. Perfect. I looked around the room and saw that I was in omega kind of…study? There was a two-frame wooden oak door right in front of me, books stacked on long shelves stretching at both sides of the room, a cozy rug, and, oh, even a chandelier. What an amazing place to hold someone captive. Very conducive. “Hey,” I called out, trying to look at Mr. Mysterio, who was noisily searching the desk drawer behind me. “Want to tell me what's going on?”

That brought a ghosted smil on her face. “Come on! Let’s explore!” Her wolf urged and she complied,just as curious. She sat up and located all the doors. THe room wasn’t huge but spacious for sure. Their big bed perfectly centered and a tv at the right angle to watch while laying down. The walls were a soft yellow that was almost a soft beige. A nice big row of windows on the exterior wall framed with soft white lace curtains. There are three doors in the room. One leads out to the hall but where do the others lead to? She goes to one door that is in the corner of the room on the wall the bed is on.

The place was way too plain to have this much security, there was nothing worth stealing here, neither was their sign of the gem anywhere “What is this place?” I asked turning to Lucas who had settled down on the chair and was staring at me with a deep grin on his face. He tapped his fingers on his cheek and moved out of the chair and Malcolm comes to stand beside me as Lucas stopped in front of the blank white wall. He tapped on the blank space and then a soft clicking went off- it was barely audible but i watched the partition move and then slide open. I watched, surprised as the opening led down a path filled with orange lights and it went far back that when i turned to Malcolm to watch h

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.

She's been quiet since we got home, and I'm afraid she doesn't like the renovation and decorating. ''You can change if you want. '' I suggest, after she counts from 1 to three hundred, looking at a painting. She looks at me over her shoulder. ''It's perfect.'' I grab her hand and direct her to the bedroom upstairs, I'm eager to show her this part of the house, especially through the secret passage in the closet that gives direct access to the yellow room, where I'm going to fulfill all our perverse sexual fantasies. ''What is happening? '' I ask when I notice her stopping in the middle of the door, staring at the floor as if she were seeing the devil himself.

Xander stopped at the second door. “This is yours room, mine is that one!” Xander pointed at the third door and left. I opened the door and entered the room. My curious eyes wandered all over the whole room. The whole place just like the down floor screams “Xander”. The room is entirely made of gold and black. It has a king size bed in the middle, a vanity table and a black sofa. Simple and dark! Definitely a mafia room. I went into the en-suite to have a shower. After I had my shower, I wrapped myself in the bathroom. When I went back into the bedroom I remembered that my luggage wasn't here!

I observed how the yellow light softly shines alone in one corner of the dark room. And while I was looking at the yellow light a scene arose from my subconscious mind. I see myself lying on the ground with my bicycle. I am caught in a bright yellow light which comes from a car that is about to hit me. Fortunately the car stopped in front of me and didn’t bump into me. I stand up and continue to move with my bicycle. Not so far I see again this lady who wears a yellow dress. The yellow light and the girl who wears a yellow dress. I still look at the yellow light which comes from the moon lamp. And that is when I started to comprehend how I got into this house. It is like an incomplete scene

I nodded at him and left his room. It's already past 6 in the evening, I walked in the direction of my room but my steps came to a halt after realizing my room is opposite to Lucian's room.Couldn't they give me some other room? I walked inside my room and plopped on the mattress feeling tired.This isn't bad though, my luggage is already near the dresser and window is left open which I don't mind.Grey colored wall with a slight brownish shade gives my room a mysterious vibe which I really like.I turned around and my eyes almost popped out of my socket witnessing the scene unfold in the opposite room since the door was left open.

“It should be… After all, Grandma has two secret rooms, as far as I’m aware of. I’m not sure whether you know about this or not, but grandma had a secret room that was accessible through her special study. It was where she imprisoned the woman in white. As for this room… I once caught grandma exiting from behind the shelf when I was much younger… With that in mind, there should be some contraption here that opens a path behind the shelf. If it’s anything similar to the way grandma revealed the secret room in her study, then…” As Yume’s voice trailed off, Gerald watched as she walked to the side of the study before holding onto a pen’s cap—that was on the table—and twisting it slightly… A bri