Red Door Yellow Door Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

**A Door to Darkness** The once cozy cabin has become a fortress under siege. The wind howls outside, shaking the fragile structure, while the ominous voice beyond the door echoes with a bone-chilling threat. Shadows dance on the walls, illuminated only by the flickering light from the fireplace. Inside, the tension is suffocating as Ethan, Sophia, and Jason stand frozen, their minds racing to comprehend the danger creeping closer.

Ally answers in a soft voice. Ronald presses the button and Ally starts walking down the hallway. The hallway is not very long. She cannot contemplate that it would take her an hour to walk up and down. There are four doors on each side of the hallway. Ally knows by now that the first door is her bedroom, the two following doors on her side is replicas of her room in different colours. The last door is locked. As Ally and Ronald walk past the second door Ally looks at Ronald expectantly. Ronald turns a pointed finger at his chest. Ally looks to where his finger is pointing. Her eyes meet Ronald’s and she suddenly knows exactly why Ronald has been acting so strange.

They passed through the main door, entering into the big pavilions. Everywhere they pass, they were greeted with a slight bow from the patrols, maids, and servants with eyes filled with awe and dread. The seven hooded men walked straight into the innermost secret chamber and were met with a strange red door with a hideous red scorpion engraved on it. Suddenly, the seven men moved their hands out of their respective hoods and took out a weird red knife. They suddenly cut a small part of their fingers, allowing the blood to flow straight into a hideous pitch-black hole at the side of the door. The hole was like a scorpion shape but it was pitch-black with creepy sensations.

I should have moved before they opened the door. Time seemed slow as a second figure appeared and they both turned their eyes towards me. In the dim lighting, I saw yellow eyes staring back at me, narrowed to slits. Just like Dracul's eyes, but nowhere near as warm. The golden tone of his eyes was welcoming compared to the pale yellow eyes that stared back at me. I couldn't breathe. The torch dropped from my hand and I stumbled backward. The clatter was loud, banging through the hall and echoing off the stones, thundering in the small space between us.

I walked the short path through the garden and paused abruptly at the green door. I stepped forward and asked aloud, unable to keep the question and fear shaking from my voice. “Do you see the same thing I see?” Aziz looked at the mark and merely said, “Oh.” Then he was quiet. “What do you mean, ‘oh’?” I demanded. My throat tightened. “The door is glowing with a red horn. It was not here yesterday. What is this?!” The mark pulsed in the middle of the door, bright red with golden edges. It glowed as if something burned beneath the paint.

Inside— There was no restoration. Only torn, dusty files. Water dripping from the ceiling. And in the very center— A black wooden door. Written on it in white paint: ROOM 509 — DO NOT OPEN A chill crawled up my spine. I wanted to leave. But Megha said— “Just two minutes.” She pushed the door. It opened without a sound. More terrifying— As she pushed it, the door pulled itself inward. As if something inside had grabbed it. Inside was darkness. Deep, swallowing darkness.

Elora pressed herself against the wall, her breath shallow as fear tightened its grip on her. The cabin door rattled, a low thud vibrating through the room. Joel reached for the small dagger strapped to his waist, his jaw set in determination. “Whatever happens, don’t run,” he said without looking at her. The door shuddered again, harder this time. Elora could feel the vibrations beneath her feet. “Joel—” she started, but her words were cut off as the door burst open with a deafening crash. A massive figure filled the doorway, its eyes glowing an unnatural yellow. Its ragged breaths echoed in the confined space, each exhale sending a wave of dread through Elora.

The unseen voice spoke one final sentence. "This time..." "...you have reached the Tenth Door before the reset." Every torch in the chamber extinguished. Complete darkness swallowed them. Then— A single golden door appeared at the far end of the hall. Unlike every door before it... It had no lock. No symbol. No keyhole. Only five words carved across its surface. "The Author Is Waiting Inside." No one dared take the first step. The chamber vanished. There was no flash of light. No violent pull. One heartbeat Adrian stood before the golden door.

I look at her at those words, noticing that she's looking at me as well before I realize that I'm blushing and I look away. Oh shit. Don't tell me I actually did that to a woman! I'm trying to run away from it and all she had to say was my nails are pretty and I'm blushing like Pumpkin! "Here" We stop at a yellow painted door, as I notice the other doors. There's a light brown one facing a dark brown one. Then on another column, a red one facing a white one. The yellow one is facing another door except that one is black. She pushes the door we're standing infront of open and gives me a nod to go in, and when I do so, my mind blows immediately "I'm dreaming"

Just as I’d decided that, which was really uncanny, I got to the end of the carpet to see a door. A red door. “Fuck, this is turning into a horror story,” I mumbled, swallowing hard as I approached it. The closer I got, the eerier everything became, till I got near enough to hear someone—no, two someones. There was something happening inside. The door was also slightly opened. Moving a bit faster, I reached the door and peeked through it without drawing attention to myself, which was the last fucking thing I needed. A lot of that seemed to be happening inside, ‘cause it was a fucking mess.