Mystery Yellow Room Novels & Stories

"Sir, sorry to interrupt but you need to know that we already know where the girl is hiding and we got one girl that came from the mansion although she is not what you looking for I know that you will like her too. ________ Lyca" I woke up in a strange place, a room where there is no other color other than black white gold and red… the room where I am was pure gold with a twist of black the bed where a lady is black even the pillow and bed sheet. The curtain was black and had gold at the edge. I saw outside already this morning. I rose immediately and found the door. Because the room is huge. "Are you awake now? Are you hungry? Come with me." That was what the guy said. I follow him since he

It did not take Yuri long before she had the door unlocked, and she immediately slipped into the room. The room was dark, but Yuri’s eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. The room was fairly large, but its space was cramped and littered with shelves of documents, along with several metal cabinets. There was also a computer in a corner of the room on a desk. In an instant, Yuri was at the computer. It didn’t take too long for the computer system to start up, and within moments, Yuri was soon searching through the database of the computer. When she came across a file that read ‘Confidential’, she immediately clicked on it only to have a window pop up, asking for the password.

“If everything works out fine, give the credit to Ylva. If it doesn’t work you can blame me.” I don’t know if the one inside the room said something as I still heard nothing—maybe he communicated in sign language—but Mishka moved aside to let me in. The room was bright, but not too bright. It was painted in the pastel version of a dandelion, all yellow and sunshine. There were long white curtains on the window that didn’t block all the light away, but made it easier on the eyes of someone resting. The wind blew through the open windows making the drapes dance gently.

THE MAN IN YELLOW

The yellow room was dry on a Saturday. Kael texted at eight in the morning with a photograph. Warm yellow walls catching the early light, the old wooden floor gleaming beneath it, the window open onto the courtyard where the old tree was doing something quiet and permanent in the morning air. The room was still empty except for the light and the color and the particular feeling of a space that had been prepared for someone with care and was now waiting. Isla saw the photograph over my shoulder before I could decide how to show it to her.

Marina was hiding by the door and when I signalled for her to move forward, she did. "What is this place?" I muttered to myself. This was a very weird room that we just walked in. It looked like a normal living room, with a mounted tv, a couch, paintings on the wall and even potted plants. All the other rooms were empty and they were painted gray, the walls in this room are painted yellow. It was quite the sight and it made me a bit uneasy. Suddenly, the door flew open. I immediately grabbed Marina and I put her behind me. I took out my gun and I pointed it at the door. To our surprise, Sergiu entered the room.

“The last thing I want to hear from you today is that we have come here to enjoy some beer, coz you feel I am hallucinating or going crazy,” “Relax Ellie, I’m not that stupid or ludicrously jobless to think in that direction,” she shot back, as we moved towards the counter. The man diverted his attention towards us and nodded approvingly. He wrapped up his work and then gestured to accompany him to a door beside the counter. And I followed Judy, as we entered the room, my heart thumping with mystery and intimidation. A bright green light illuminated across the room emitting a deadly aura across the place. It was a small oblong room with two couches placed opposing each other and a tiny bulb

“Because this isn’t just about spying. It’s about control.” The emergency lights flicked on, dim red washing over their faces. The walls of the hallway seemed to close in, and as Ethan stepped forward, he saw something painted on the door ahead letters scrawled hastily in black spray paint. “ROOM 0” Caleb tilted his head. “What the hell is that?” Ethan’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Something they don’t want anyone to find.” Lola shivered. “Then maybe we shouldn’t open it.” Ethan glanced back at her, eyes dark and determined. “Or maybe it’s exactly what we have to open.”

My pulse was a wild rhythm in my throat. Finally, I forced my feet to move, carrying me back inside. The hall was silent, almost too silent, as I approached Room 312. The keypad blinked faintly in the gloom. My fingers hesitated above it before punching in the numbers: 0 – 4 – 2 – 7. The lock gave a soft click, the light glowing green. My breath caught in my chest. It worked. Could this mean that everything that mysterious man said was true? I curled my hand around the handle, ready to twist it open—

Past where his assistants worked was his office. There was a space to meet people and deal with business matters—but the real highlight was his secret room. That room meant the world to Matthew. He said it was his only spot to catch his breath in the busy, money-scented world of finance. I was the only one allowed in. It was our little secret—one of the perks of being his wife. Whenever I came to get him, I would hang out in that room until he was done with work. It had my favorite books, the art we had picked out together, and a liquor cabinet that only I had the code to.