Red Door Yellow Door Deaths Novels & Stories

"You promised!" "I promised you peace," I said, walking toward the door. "If the information is good, you’ll get it. If it’s a trap... you won't live long enough to care." I looked at Rylan. "Keep him alive until I call. Then give him the dose. Or a bullet. Depending on my mood." ------------------------------------------ The Red Door was a seedy dive bar on a street that time forgot. It sat between a closed-down laundromat and a boarded-up bodega. The red neon sign above the entrance buzzed with a sickly, electrical hum.

I could hear her heart hammering, a frantic bird trapped in her ribs. The door to Elias and Martha’s bedroom was cracked open just a few inches. A dark, sluggish pool of liquid had seeped out from under the door, staining the beige carpet of the hallway a deep, horrific crimson. I felt Violet’s intake of breath, a jagged, broken sound. I wanted to tell her to turn around, to go back to the car and lock the doors, but I knew it was too late. I put my hand on the door handle, my muscles coiled like a spring. I shoved it open.

I know. She turned back. And there was another door. In this one, Arielle was dead. Cassian was sitting alone beside her grave. Lyra stood behind him. Elara was crying. Kael looked broken. Adrian was holding Noah. Noah was staring at the sky. Arielle covered her mouth. Cassian pulled her against him. Don't look. But she could not stop. Another door opened. Cassian was dead. Another. The children were dead.

There is something I want to ask about the woman earlier. "Karmic death? What is that? Her cause of death should be Accidental Death but why karmic? I don't understand." I was just stunned this time because I was overwhelmed by the feeling of what I had seen a while ago. At her young age, she was able to do ugly things. She's only 19 but she did those things apart still she is a woman.

She took the deepest breath she could before opening the notorious red door to the room of the infamous patient, V-03. Her chest was drumming loudly in nervousness as the door opened. She suddenly recalled everything Mrs. Dapit told her earlier when she went to her office to make her employment at the hospital official.

And before Maria and James make it to the door to see what is happening. The Door is busted open in front of them and they end up looking at a scenario that terrifies them. In front of Keirah’s room, all the pack doctors who had been helping them earlier are all dead. And their dead bodies are scattered on the floor with their hearts pulled out of their chest.

With concern on his face, Joe rushed in and ran toward the blue door with Willis and Billy right on his heels. Joe yanked on the cord that hung from the ceiling and the blue door whipped up along its tracks. Inside, they found the dead bodies of Fig and Jerry. The silver brackets on the table were broken and Jack Writeman was gone. It was as if someone was waiting for the right moment to make their move.

They finally got to a large red door. Chelsea could feel the horrors oozing out of the door. It felt like there was an evil world behind the door, like it led to a place of no return. A place of death. She shuddered as she watched Dylan open the door. He held it open for her to enter. She inhaled and exhaled deeply before gradually stepping in. The metallic smell of blood instantly invaded her nostrils. As she walked in, she could see blood splattered everywhere.

“I’ll manage. I have to, besides I’ve been there before it’s not easy but doable.” Silence filled the room as Dave takes time to remember his dear Ava. Adia’s cracked a joke to let go of the intense feelings. Joy once again returned as everyone laughed at the joke. Adia watched them all, her heart full in a way she hadn’t felt before. For a moment, the world felt balanced again—despite the chaos beyond their walls. But somewhere in the city, beneath the surface of celebration and new beginnings, a darker truth was still waiting. Ethan Cross had been murdered. And the person responsible was still out there.

"I don't want whatever you're selling, and I've already found Jesus. Now, get off my porch." Famallumi turned to Rhychard to say something, but the Warrior held his hand up to silence him. "We're not selling anything, and we're not the religious type. I was hoping you could tell me something about the men who live next door. My brother's roommate was killed yesterday." The man glanced over at Karl's house, shaking his head. "People get themselves killed in the Bottoms all the time. Your brother's lucky it wasn't him." "Any idea who killed the roommate?"