Red Door Yellow Door Stories Novels & Stories

But the most important question is: which is the door we should go through? Gary looks at Lucifron. His Luna was smarter than him. He was stressing about the number of doors, and he had forgotten the most important thing. What is the right door? He looked around. All the doors looked the same, occupying the 4 corners of the room. The door leading to the underworld was black, most of the other doors were white. Mostly, because one of the doors was red, and this one was immediately opposite the black door. - It seems too easy, like a trap. – Gary says, looking at the red door.

See the Castle in a different light. Then again, the truth is I really wanted to know who Ahbaya was creeping with other than me. I checked all the secret rooms. Just as expected, it's all closed. There’s something odd about the doorknobs though. It’s all in a different color. One is red, one is gold. The other one is brown and when I looked back — mine was just an ordinary door. Huh. Odd. Should I be offended? Why is my doorknob the only one that’s plain?

The double-door is actually just a revolving door, leading nowhere but back inside the arena, which was kind of peculiar. “Is this your own version of strolling around, Zayden? Literally around the same spot.” Andrik sarcastically remarked. “Don’t get smart with me, Andrik. I still feel like drowning you because of what you did during that water game.” Zayden threatened as he leaned on the wall far next to the double door. “I’d be pleased to see you try.” Andrik responded and leaned on the wall next to Zayden but with enough distance.

I move to the door and lock it with the bolt first then raise the latch over it before hooking back the chain connecting the door to the wall. I walk back and disconnect some wires from the television and soon it is a fizzling box. I’m more comfortable with this meaningless sound. I pick a book, ‘’ The Caucasian chalk’’ and sit beside the stool. So many times, I have compared this story to the story of the two women in the holy book who slept side by side with their babies. One of the women wakes in the middle of the night and finds her baby dead. She then goes ahead to swap her dead baby with her neighbour's sleeping baby. The case gets to the king and the king declares that the living baby

THE MAN IN YELLOW

As gorgeous as the room was, no one was in it. “Where are they?” Jamira was as confused as I was. She turned to face me, then grabbed my hand. She pulled me along as she dragged me down the hall to another door. This door was the color of blood. As I looked at it, I could see the color move like water. It was like someone actually put blood on the door, and it was steadily flowing down. Nothing hit the floor, nor came from above the door. The door knob was a skull. “Are we going in there?” I asked, trying to pull my hand away. I didn’t want to go through that door. The idea of what could be behind it scared me… A lot scared me.

The rapist lay motionless on the floor with his sightless eyes wide open. I sprung back in terror, picked myself up and rushed towards the door . I flung the unlocked door wide open and rushed blindly into the sunlight outside crushing the leaves under my feet . I fled along the pavement outside screaming "I killed him ,I killed him I killed him." As I stood in the bushes outside weeping hysterically , I heard the sound of a vehicle screeching to a halt at the entrance of the building where I had been kept as an unwilling guest by the kidnappers . The hugh scare faced man stepped out of the car .I guess he also noticed the car of his accomplice still parked in the driveway. He saw the door

Ivy spilled over the stones like vines, windows shuttered with heavy iron, the kind that told you this place was once meant to keep something in or keep someone out. We stepped off the boat and approached the old brass door. The key slid into the lock as if it had always belonged there. Inside, the air shifted - thick, dusty, dry like parchment. The foyer opened into a long hall lined with faded portraits, faces with no names. And at the very end, a crimson door. No signs. No labels. Just that eye symbol burned into the center like a brand. The Red Room. I paused before the handle. Jeffery looked at me. “We don’t have to do this.”

Viraj was told to keep an eye outside. They passed several doors on either side of them. Some were bolted. Some were heavily chained. Dhara wondered what on earth this woman was hiding behind those awfully thick doors, especially the ones with a red-painted plus sign on them. They felt particularly creepy as hell, twisting the knots in the pit of her stomach and forcing shivers, one right after the other, up and down her bones. By the end of the hallway, the woman took a slight pause before she threw the door open and scampered inside.

she also meanwhile researched for the golden book and was wondering where it could be. In the afternoon when the clock strikes 3 pm Sandra went into her room and locked the door from inside, she then opened her cupboard and pushed all clothes on one side kept in the cupboard. There was a trigger at the back of the clothes. Sandra pushed that trigger and a secret door got opened from inside of the closet. Sandra went inside the cupboard door and then after few steps, there were stairs that lead to the basement. She went into the basement. it was dark and you cannot see anything. Sandra looked at one of the corners which leads to a narrow path and a yellow light reflection can be seen coming f