Novel & Cerita Mystery Yellow Room

She pushes the door we're standing infront of open and gives me a nod to go in, and when I do so, my mind blows immediately "I'm dreaming" I hear her enter and close the door "I bet your dream room would be better than this" "Actually—" I'm looking at her "This is exactly how I wanted it to be" My room is the same with Chocolate, except the walls are painted yellow with some words written on them, everything around the place is also yellow which might have freaked some people out except my favourite colour was literally yellow "Did you ask people at the Convent or something?" She laughs, and I realize I like that sound "No, I did not. Your name reflects your room. Vanilla is a bright yellow

It was now open. I pulled the bobby pin out of the keyhole and took it back in my boxer briefs. Afterwards, I held my cold and trembling left hand to the door knob and twisted it partly open. I did not entered just yet. I did not take a peek of the inside. All I saw as of now was the queue of cubicles for men. I looked up at the ceiling; the light was bright in yellow color. I looked down to the floor; the tiles were tainted with red. Viscous liquid in scarlet color slipped its way all over the surface. They were like wildfires crawling fast, devouring every tree it touches on one mountain. I have not seen LD and Jieve just yet, but I had now confirmed my theory about them. They were dead. T

Hayes was already dead right by the door. But he never even asked where I was. If you're going to be so careless, Jonathan, I wouldn't say no to that. We went further down one floor. Jonathan used a complicated code and a fingerprint scan to open a door that looked like a vault. The heavy automatic door slowly slid open, revealing a room nothing like the lab before. It was a warm, girlish bedroom. Soft plushies and fresh flowers surrounded a crystal coffin. Inside lay a girl as pale as a sheet.

"My parents and my sister, Lyla." He turned back to her after nodding and taking another look at the picture. "So, the room?" Hyper aware of his presence behind her, Grace guided him down the corridor. She said, "It's not very large," and opened the second bedroom door. "But it gets good light in the morning." Max entered and looked around the deserted room. With the exception of the dust bunnies beneath the bed and an enigmatic stain on the carpet that Grace had spent hours cleaning, Megan had taken everything.

“Okay. Cool. Love that. That’s normal.” “Back away slowly,” Mr. Yellow warned, hopping onto the dusty desk like he owned the place. “That’s witchwork. Dangerous. Could be cursed. Could explode. Or worse—summon your ex.” I rolled my eyes. “I’d rather die.” Then, before he could rabbit-block me again, I pried the board loose. Beneath it? A handle. Old, rusted, glowing with the faintest outline of moonlight and runes. Because of course Amaya the possibly-evil-sometimes-misunderstood witch had a secret underground spellroom hidden under her creepy little cabin. Of course she did.

So he let the annoyance seep from his body and pointed to a desolate, gray-colored, two-storied building. “We're here,” he stated. On the second floor, Willow and Zack entered the room, which was painted purple from the inside and had soft and slow music playing in the background. Willow immediately smelled the strong lavender scent coming from the burning incense and instinctively covered her nose. The edges of the room were lined with cabinets that consisted of three drawers each, some of which had crystals lying on top of them. The crystals reflected pieces of light emitting from the seven yellow light bulbs hanging off the ceiling. There was a blue furry carpet on the floor, and in the m

Then, he dragged her along as he walked toward another room within the suite. The door to this room had always been locked. So, even though Lyla had been staying here for several days now, she still had no idea what the room looked like or what it contained. The man unlocked the door and roughly pushed Lyla inside. Then, there was a clicking sound—the door was locked again from the outside. Lyla hadn't even had the chance to process the locking of the door when she was startled by the room's arrangement. The room was lit, but the light was dim and yellowish. And directly in front of her, there was a memorial picture with two candles burning beside it.

It's okay, it's just Bandung-Jakarta, not really far. Cherry wrinkles up her lips. "It's still not living at one house." "Be patience, it won't stay long." “Hmmmmm,” said Cherry while invited Green into her room. "Comin, Green.” In the room of Cheery, Green was featured in yellow. Yellow linens, yellow dolls, yellow thick large fur carpet, as well as other items that were in the same color too. The room was immaculate with some living plants inside, Green saw an orchid facing the window, remembering her dead mother who also loved orchid.

I force a smile, trying hard to hide the curiousity. “That's where our Sect located!” Phillie force the smile, uncertain if I really need those information about her sect. But she said it anyway, and I can only smile to hide my scorn. For some unknown reason, I find myself similar to her, put out all the trivial matter out of my mouth. It will cost more than I can lost, so the scorn only deepened to hide the mysterious light in my eyes. “You can use the third room, Alta,” Phillie said as she enter the first room. There are five room in total, all of the same purple color. However, just as she said the third room is mine, the purple of it change in an instant.

He knew the man would be suspicious if she was left alone with him. Sabrina looked around the room. The place was well kept and clean. Everything remained as if they were untouched. If an outsider saw the room they would have never guess it belonged to a dead woman. The room was a neutral shade of cream and brown with a few ivory white accents here and there. It resembled a room in a five-star hotel. Unlike the other rooms in the house, Yvonne’s old bedroom smelt like flower. To be exact, it smelt like a mix of golden and yellow flowers. One did not have to think to know the room belonged to a woman.