Red Door Yellow Door Game Novels & Stories

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.

She responded, grinning, “This is only but a game.” “What do you mean?” I asked in confusion. “There are two doors, one leads to Melonie and the other leads to Bruno, Othello, Lavanya, Clara, Arlo, Queen Manon and Alpha Vargus.” She announced. “You can only choose one door, who would you go for Arwan? Your lover, or your family?” “So I was the game all along? And you are saying that I can only go into one door, one leads to Melonie and the other leads to the rest people?” I muttered in disappointment.

MICHAEL'S POV "No speaking, no sounds. Just hand signals only." The guard read the rule from the card and stepped back while the door to the game floor opened. Sarah and I walked in together. The floor was a grid—twenty rooms connected by corridors, each room with a locked door requiring a sequence to open. The sequences were visible on panels beside each door but required two people to activate simultaneously from different positions. Impossible alone, but designed entirely for pairs. The guard's voice came through the speaker above us: "Two hours…find the exit."

I don't like this game he is playing. I really took a good look at my surroundings. Whoever decorated it needed their ass kicked. The walls were pale blue with scenes from a forest and the ceiling was dotted with white blobs that must have been clouds. Out of the monstrosity of the room I spotted the golden knob of a door. Just maybe, Alessandro forgot to lock it. I quickly rushed over and was nearly electrocuted when I touched the knob. I looked down to see the handle had a copper coil wrapped around which made the metal active.

What lies behind a door, the door? Gia feels the anxiety building within her… ‘I choose the door on the left side. Slowly opening it I step through. The room is stark with whiteness. In my white gown I simply blend within the emptiness. I closed my eyes then slowly opened them again. The whole room was painted in perfect yellow, the color scheme brings a certain calmness to my heart. In the middle of this big room was a chair. My feet lead me there. Sitting comfortably my mind a kind of vacuum. Suddenly like an artist my mind starts to draw life into the emptiness. I can hear laughter, the barking of a dog. The doors of a vehicle opening and closing. Feet steps on gravel, the front door open

A dark chained door appears in seconds buried in dark purple fires. "What is this?" She asks standing up from the ground while eyeing the unexpected door... Cheng glimpses at the girl with a defiant look. [This?...this is the door to your first-world...] Cheng swipes his long-sleeved red Chinese robe and unlocks the tied chains... The door opens in a horrid way to see... Does the awkward girl suddenly feel that this is not going to be smooth? [Now that you are set... let us begin the game!]... TBC

I stare at him like the poor vampire has lost his mind, but he seems to be in too good of a mood to acknowledge my staring. Kieran turns around and places his hand on my back to push me forward a little. We reach a bright red door, and he stops again. "Alright, each door is a different colour to make it easier for everyone to find their way around and find the shit they need. Yes, I could label the doors too, but I don't think a first-timer would like to walk past the door that has the word "DILDOS" written all over it." Kieran laughs at his joke, but I remain silent. If only I knew what he's trying to describe. "The red door is for clothes - playtime outfits, Arena clothes, or anything you

"Enjoy." Because soon enough, someone would be knocking, and they’d be the ones facing the dean, losing thirty conduct points in the process. Sure enough, a knock came at the door. Crouching down with a bowl full of hot, melted cheese, Rachel called out, "Who is it?" The moment she opened the door and saw who it was, the food in her hand might as well have turned to ashes. Dean Marshall himself stood there, flanked by Ms. Edwards and several other leaders. Their faces darkened at the sight: three girls using high-powered appliances to cook fondue, and charcoal burning on the floor.

A soft knock came at the door. Ryan poked his head in. “You okay?” She nodded slowly. “Yeah… I think so.” Ryan frowned. “We’re meeting in the dining hall. Come down when you’re ready.” As he left, Anna rubbed her temples. The game was over, right? Then she noticed something. A thin line of silver sand trailing across her floor. Her blood ran cold. Something wasn’t right. The Reflection Game… wasn’t over. And this time, they might not survive the ending.

He just smiled like the troublemaker he was. After our moment together, he slipped a card into my hand. Card 30—done. I looked down at the design. Lined up the pieces, matched the patterns— The full image snapped into place. A pitch-black door slowly took shape. Right then, that voice rang out: [Congrats, Yaya. You've collected all visit cards from Dark Citadel. The gate to the real world is now active.] [At 11 PM, the interworld gate will appear. Surviving players, bring your family to the first floor to exit. Miss the window, and you're stuck here for good.]