Red Door Yellow Door Deaths 소설 & 이야기

Being friendly would only add to my escape means. "Where are you taking me?" Val asked. "I don't know. I just figured this was the way considering how far you dragged me," I responded. He chuckled, "Of course, Wolfie. Make a left turn ahead." I did as he said and we stopped in front of a red door. If I have any experience with red doors, it was only in movies and books. Red meant no. "No way! I'm not entering a red door. Everyone knows never to enter a red door; it's like certain death," I said.

she told us, and instinctively, without question, we stepped forward. I placed my palm on the left door and Nik placed his palm on the right one. Our hands were on the circular designs near the edge of the door. The golden blood leaked from my hand and passed through the carvings on the door, making it look like the carvings over it were made out of real gold. Nik's red blood passed through the carvings on the right and then our blood slipped into each other. The carvings had both, red and golden colours.

My thumb jabbed toward the break room. "Danny and Jon are both dead, Casey." Derek stuck the key in the lock. "Danny was over by pharmaceuticals when those guys charged in." Danny was dead. Jon was dead. That didn't change the fact I knew someone or something was inside this room. I grabbed Derek's arm before he pushed the door open. "Someone's in there." They must've heard the fear in my voice because they hunkered down on their guns before Derek slowly opened the door.

It was a sombre affair that evening for all of them. Each one of them sat down at the kitchen table, scared to meet each other's eyes or even utter a single word. Not one of them could believe that their daughter was no longer with them and that they would never see her again. Her usual seat at the dining table lay vacant and deserted. Nobody had the confidence to even look at it. None of them wanted to truly believe that she was dead.

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.

Then both passenger doors slowly opened. Two unfamiliar men stepped out of the vehicle with calm, deliberate movements. Their eyes glowed a chilling, unnatural shade of yellow beneath the nearby streetlights. Neither man spoke. Instead… Their glowing eyes remained fixed on only one place. My neck.

"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.

Even though none of them came back from that remedial class, the elderly parents in question didn't see a problem they were young, they themselves went through moments of similar youth. About that. Between the spiritual gates... The women who guarded the gates and gardens of spiritual fiefdoms, where they dressed in black, their long black dresses, where they always received those who in turn died, but did not remember. The gates of the dark worlds only received those who died a violent death who only remembered that they died, because their bodies were slow to be found.

The four men I had ordered to follow me did as said as we made our way up one of the stairs, making sure I checked each corner of the building with each room I came across. "Come in, boss. We found something weird in the left side, the third room," I heard one of the other men spoke through a walkie-talkie on one of the men with me. "What's that? Tell me what did you see," I questioned, hoping for more intel. "I can't explain, boss. It's just so disgusting; the walls are filled with dried blood. There are also some skeletons of dead humans, boss," the man described. "Stay right there. I am on my way now," I said as me and the four men made our way to the room the other guy was talking about.

“Husband? What husband? Just come inside. It’s not safe at the door.” With my wrist in her firm grip, the wife hurried further inside the apartment. The layout of her apartment was the same as mine. I saw a memorial photo on the cupboard. It was exactly the same as it had been in my dream. Right beside the cupboard was the bedroom door. My legs trembled, and I stopped at the center of the living room. The wife walked to the memorial photo and touched it. Then, she wiped the glass clean. “My husband has been dead for two years, but he comes back every night to bother me. I’m sure that he’ll come today too.”