Red Door Yellow Door Game Novels & Stories

FLASHBACK: In the end, I ended up winning at rock paper scissors. I decided to head left, away from the music. As I made my way down this ridiculously long hallway, I came across three doors. It felt like a scene from a Mario game—pick the wrong door and who knows what could happen. I approached the first door, pressed my ear against it, and heard some moaning. I quickly pulled back. Holding my kids' hands, I moved to the next door, listened in, and heard nothing. I opened it to find complete darkness. It could be a room with someone sleeping inside. I quietly closed that door. Naturally, it had to be the last door. I hurried to the final door, flung it open, and just stood there, frozen. Th

“People get rusty, you know? Happens all the time.” She released a dry chuckle. “This has nothing to do with that.” Elora walked past us. “Doors answer to me, Davina. I have to check this out myself.” Before we could stop her, she was already before the door in a blur of speed. She placed her hand softly on the door, and in the first few minutes, nothing happened. Then, a soft, yellow light shot out of her hand and wrapped the door in a split second before fading to nothing. A click came from the door, and Elora was sent flying.

he grunted. Down a hallway that led away from what seemed to be a massive lounge, Hayden pointed and directed her toward a door with a sensor on it. He placed his thumbprint on it and it popped open. Georgia realized it was a facade with a different door made of thick metal behind it. This door’s dark color and strongroom-style design clashed horribly with the rest of the home’s beautiful look. The facade door didn’t and kept it hidden when closed. Hayden again scanned his print to unlock the second door and it swung open with a loud, metallic ‘clang’. Both doors closed behind them and Georgia heard loud clicks as they locked again.

His figure was momentarily boiling soon as they walked past black doors with crabbed greeny letters glowing. "Hidden deep; within the bowels of the earth!" Wendell said to himself, mopping his brow with a virgin handkerchief. "Wait! The procedure…" The one before him stopped in front of a door painted red. It was the only door with a colour anomaly from others and instantly, Wendell was informed that they arrived at their destination. The creature folded his palms and soon yellow flames were dancing on his hands. He indirectly puffed out utters that Wendell did not at all understand and after a while, the creature turned back at the door and without wasting any more of his and Wendell's time

Nevertheless, even though he had said he trusted Grace, he wasn't so reckless as to fully trust a stranger in a bizarre world like this. Staring at the metal door, Adro took a step back to look at it from bottom to top and repeated it. ‘This is strange. How do I open it? Those people brought Grace to the room too quickly earlier, so I didn't have a chance to observe more how they used this door. He touched the door and clucked because there were no knobs on its surface. The door was made of metal, like the doors to the treasure rooms in the castle. However, there were two doors, and in the middle of them was a box with two round buttons glowing yellow.

They went out of the room again and went down the stairs into the main, middle area of the arena where some of the games had been held. There are two, double-door, glass doors on each side and the main glass, entrance door that lifted where all the players were welcomed as they come inside the arena. One of the double-doors looked like a back door or a back exit. They walked there and Zayden pushed the door, wondering why it’s not locked, never has been even ever since all the players arrived here. It opened and he walked past, out the door. Everyone followed him but after a few seconds they were back to the same spot they were before. The double-door is actually just a revolving door, leadi

Perhaps that is the distinguishing difference, and of course I have no way to tell what each color symbolizes. Suddenly, I hear voices from up ahead. They are getting louder so I know I will run into the owners of these voices soon. I panick and reach for the door handle to a grey door on my right. It's locked. I rush to the next one on the right, a pale yellow one, just past the last. It is locked too. Shit! I pray the next one opens and that it is empty. It is a bright red door and it isn't locked. I open it, rush inside, and quietly shut it behind me. My back is pressed up against the door. My eyes are closed and I am focusing on deep breaths so that my heart stops its chaotic fluttering.

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.

Abruptly, my feet zoomed to a dark black floor and I came face to face with three doors. The middle one of the RED color, the left one of BLUE color and the right one also the last one of PINK color. "Uh... what do these doors want me to do?" I asked, hoping someone could answer for me. Nothing. Just complete silence. "Am I in Xavier's mind or something? And what do these colors represent of?" I walked closer to the RED door but it screamed danger. "Maybe not this one." I mumbled, about to pass away from it but curiosity got the best of me.

now saying it softer. "A game will occur tonight, so better be ready, don't worry the rules are simple." She said and glanced around to spot anyone nearby, "Killer and Targets, that is the most important thing you need to take note of. Killers will kill, Targets will run and hide. The Killers will be given a random assasination weapon and a target's information, while the Target will be blindfolded and tied on the hands. Each round of the game will end in three ways, first is if the target was able to name the killer in front of them, second if the killer was able to kill the target, the third option is if at 8 a.m. no one was able to kill the target or the killer in front of the target wasn