Red Door Yellow Door Deaths Novels & Stories

The only way to get in was to enter a nine-digit code for the door to open and less than five people had that code. I had a strange feeling and walked over to the door, punching in the code. The sound of clicking and a long beep was heard, then the control panel lit up before the door unlocked and could be pushed open. The lights came on automatically and I stepped in, standing in the middle of the much smaller room. My eyes scanned every corner noting the smell of peaches was much stronger in here. “The bodies were discovered around 10 minutes before I called you. Dana here suspects they had already been dead twenty minutes before we were called to the scene.” Rhett began giving me details

But no one dares to slow down or else they will be snatched by those dead looking hands. “A little more guys, I can see a door,” Van said breathlessly. They are almost there; the door is just fifteen paces away, then ten paces, then five. And now the door is within their reach and Van seizes the knob. “IT’S LOCKED,” he shouted as the others frantically bang the door with their fist. The creature is coming, and it’s almost here! With their minds high in adrenaline time seems to slow down. And the door opens and a pair of saving hands reaches for them.

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

The locals would perform a rite and kill her before she would even have time to explain that it was the devil that had taken over her. Something drew her eyes to the window. It was the shadowless person. She stood there, a silhouette, but Annabel could almost see her smiling. She felt, more than saw it. “You! You did this!” Annabel shouted. The figure shrugged. The banging on the door increased. The door was wooden, and though both bolts were engaged, Annabel could tell that consistent pounding would push the door down. Come with me It was in her head; it was all in her head. Annabel closed her eyes and tried to wish what she faced away, but when she opened her eyes, her gaze was still met

Wow, all the good memories. The furniture was gone. I had planned to spend the night, and be out by dark, but did I really want to lie on the floor and smell the hint of bleach and new carpet. There was a knock at the door. I scrunched my face together. I was sure that the kids from before had left. I made my way to the door, and it flashed before me. The night that Ryan came to my door and murdered my family. That night the door was opened, and a monster walked in. I took caution though, being sure to look out the peephole before I answered. It was Terry. I breathed out, not even realizing that I had been holding my breath the entire time. I opened the door.

That sound is followed by the sound of someone sliding down the door and I see blood beginning to seep in through the seam under the door. “Get it open.” I hear someone snarl from the other side of the door. I turn to look at the terrified faces behind me. “Get back. Get as far from the door as you can.” I say as we hear the first thud against the door. By the third thud, the door is beginning to give. We hear the sound of more scuffling as other warriors come to try to protect our doorway but as the scuffling sound ends, the sound of keening begins behind me. Someone’s mate was just killed outside our door, trying to protect us.

In every story the same drama, but yet, Max ran as if his life was behind that last door. He stops his steps when he just hears a pained “Don’t kill me!” that he stopped from his race. But when the crack of bones follows, as well as Max, James, Landon and Carter are looking at each other in panic. "Who the hell died?" Carter asked. The four of them stand in front of the door and do not dare to open it. They smell Meredith beyond the door, they smell a lot of blood, and Castellano’s brother but beyond that it’s a frightening silence.

Kaliyah’s lilac eyes glowed in anger, kicking them in one blow and the three unprepared men was thrown off the floor. “I SAID I MUST SEE HIM RIGHT NOW!” she screamed, kicking the door this time. The door flew away, and it revealed what horrible secret is hidden behind it. The smell of blood became stronger. But that isn’t what made her feel sick to the pit of her stomach. She felt sick by what she saw. Inside, piles of dead bodies were stacked together, clearly killed in different possible ways. And among those numerous corpses, was a man standing tall and strong as he strangled another man up in the air.

I started dissecting the reason I'd died the first two times. The first time, I'd spent a small fortune turning my apartment into something out of a bank vault. I'd had a reinforced alloy front door installed with a 16-digit dynamic passcode. Not even a fly could've gotten in. The result? The killer in the clown mask had just stood at the door and let out a sneer. Then, his long fingers had flown across the keypad. With a beep, the light had turned green. He'd walked in like he owned the place, found me, and brought his axe down on my throat.

Now he was outside her door. Maya set the cup down carefully on the floor. It wobbled once and stilled. She stood and padded across the room, barefoot, her fingers ghosting over the light switch but not flipping it. She liked the dark. It felt safer than being seen. She didn’t look through the peephole. She didn’t call out. Her hand hovered over the lock. What do you want? Her heart thudded once, twice, loud enough she could feel it in her throat. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he knocked on the wrong door. Maybe it wasn’t him at all.