Red Door Yellow Door Deaths นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I slowed down as I neared home. The house was unusually quiet, missing the soft jazz my mother usually played in the evenings. I turned the knob — unlocked. The second strange thing. I was about to call for my mum when I saw it. Bright red seeping into the carpet beside her lifeless body. A few feet away, in the dining room doorway, lay my father. Also lifeless. With trembling hands, I picked up the note in his palm. “I will be watching.”

"Each door holds a truth. Some are small. Some are large enough to swallow you. You must pass through seven to reach the door behind the door. But be warned. The truths behind the doors are not merely memories. They are living things. They have grown in the dark. They have become hungry. And they do not wish to be disturbed." Eliana looked at the twelve doors. Some were closed. Some were ajar. Some seemed to breathe. Door number three, painted a deep ocean blue, was rattling on its hinges. Door number eleven, black as a starless night, was weeping. The sound of it was a low, rhythmic sobbing that matched her own heartbeat. "Why seven?" she asked. "Why not all twelve?"

It seemed like all the doors in Golden Lake University—no matter what they kept away or welcomed the students into, were either chestnut-coloured and tawny—a shade affiliated to brown, or had a strikingly and almost indistinguishable hue resembling sallow orange. Harold had noticed that. He stood, facing the lecturer's door which was sealed shut—or appeared so. The reddish-brown door—obviously of excellent quality, was tall, too; lanky and sturdy, like a mammoth preventing Harold from access to the other side.

they might be in group,harmless or even dangerous since I don't know for sure,to even turn back and check is now a problem because of the fear that am feeling. Immediately I got up,I took the house key from my pocket,rampling it before I insert the right key,my hands shaking and sweating at the same time. The instant I was able to open the door,I shut it back and lock it, infact I pulled down the curtains of the window that's exposing the room. 2 years ago four bodies of young teanagers were found dead at same road I do take to school. they were killed in cold blood. A rumour went around about the murderer being a vampire because of the autopsy did to Know the cause of their death.

Vincent raised his head slightly. Arthur turned his back only to see a red door. He was bemused because this door was different. Every door that led to Nicodemus memory were blue and not red. "I think we've found our weapon." Vincent muttered while they both stared at the red door.

I remember the doors and try to think of which one would be best to go through, trying to remember all the features of each door. "The first door was black and gold, nothing too out of the ordinary like the other 2 but it could be a trap." "The second was a wooden door, with scratches. The scratches on the bottom of the door were diagonal, which could mean someone was trying to fight their way out of the open door." I lay there trying to weigh out my options. "The last door was white with blood splattered all over it. I could just be the design but where ever I am, it could be anything."

Your people are so funny" Eric said laughing hard. "I know, right? Anyways they concluded on creating backup for the remaining three later today". A voice on the other side said. "Really?. His tone not agreeing with his words. "And let the competition begin". "Red, you might need to eliminate the other three. ********* A van drove into Maria Leet's house. The house has no gates and it stood magnificently. It was the biggest in the area. The blue color paint shone brightly. The reflection of the sun Could be seen on the window. They got in after knocking thousand times the door was not locked. A dead body was seen lying on the bed face down with a cross sign on her back the same that was on F

her voice interrupted me before I could finish my thought. “They’re dead. Shush. I shouldn’t have been loud. They’re coming.” She whispered to me, her voice hushed against the loud heartbeat that pounded in my ear. “Who's dead?” I asked, but behind her I could see. Bodies laid against the stairwell. The two men who stood outside my door only hours ago were gone. I didn’t know their names. The blonde one had his throat partially gone, a gaping wound with the skin peeled back. The redhead’s eyes were open. He wore a glossy look that lacked life.

Just when Alex was about to speak, the woman covered his mouth. A few seconds later, Alex heard something. There were heavy footsteps coming from their previous hiding spot. Then came two deep voices— “How odd. I thought I saw some humans just now. Where did they go?” “Haha, you must be craving human flesh too much. You’re hallucinating! We’ve already captured all the humans who came from the death door. Why would there be more people?” “You don’t know that. They might’ve come from the life door!” “Life door? You’re wrong. The life door in this place is the true door of death. Do you really think it’ll be that easy to break that strategist’s formation?”

CHAPTER SIX They held a funeral for the bits and pieces of Aleta they could find. It wasn’t much. Marie chose to have her cremated and then there was even less. She kept her in a jar in the living room. She had always believed in burial, but had dreams of wolves digging Aleta’s bones up at night, gnawing on them and taking them away off to some dark magical forest. Night after night. So in the jar she went, and the jar was placed high, and when her mother died she cremated her as well and set them side-by-side.