Red Door Yellow Door Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"She's dead as soon as she opens the door for them! Paolo will snatch everything he sees, Quinto will throw open all the windows to attract the zombies, and Marco will force her into giving up her supplies at knife point!" "And when they eventually kill her dog in the end, that good-for-nothing Valerio will still be too damn scared to even make a peep!" However, if I didn't open the door for them, all four of them would die outside my door. "Gemma Barletta!" Valerio pounded on the door again. "The zombies are right outside! You heard them! Hurry up and open the door!" Paolo also threw his weight against the door, making the door shake and rattle even more loudly than before.

“No my child, open your eyes like you are trying to see for the first time. Closing your eyes closes your sight within her mind and yours.” When I opened my eyes expecting to see her, I saw that I was stuck within a white hall with a few gold doors, red doors and black doors. “Good my child”, I heard her voice echo through the halls. I turned around trying to see her but she wasn’t there. “The gold ones represent her favorite memories. Red means her intimate ones and black means her dreadful ones”. I nodded my head and looked to the right where I saw a golden door. “Choose a memory for now and open it”.

He ran to the next door. This one revealed a nursery full of rocking chairs that swayed on their own. Tiny veils hung from the ceiling like mobiles but dripped wax instead of stars. In one crib, there were blood-red roses—wilted and decayed. He quickly shut the door too, panting heavily. The hallway appeared to extend endlessly as he ran faster. The portraits leaned closer still, their painted lips seeming to whisper dark secrets: “She’ll abandon you. She’ll wear the veil. She belongs to the door…”

They collapsed, tangled, laughing softly in the afterglow. That’s when the doorbell rang. Sharp. Insistent. Jax froze. “Shit.” Mara sat up, sheet clutched to her chest. “Who...” He was already pulling on boxers, heading to the door. “Stay here.” She didn’t. Curiosity and a flicker of something possessive made her follow, she was naked, silent, peeking around the corner. Jax opened the door a crack. A woman stood there, blonde, pretty, eyes red like she’d been crying. Tight dress, heels, looking like she’d come straight from a bar.

It's a door across the street, with no windows or anything for me to see what's happening inside. The door with red lights around it. There's no name. There's something painted in the middle of that single door, resembling the curves of a sexy woman's body. It's just an outline, not very detailed. "Isn't this dangerous, Ash?" I asked, still staring at the red door with red lights, perhaps to accentuate the white paint of the woman's body. She unbuckled her seatbelt while we both watched two men open the red door and enter. "Nope, maybe for me, but I've been going in there for a few Saturdays now," she replied, referring to the red door.

I just had to check if the door was locked, or not so I made my way right to it, pulled it open, and realized he was not locking me up. This was not enough to make me believe him so I went back inside the room, wore a yellow sundress with tiny black and white flowers before rushing out of that open door. When it clicked closed behind me, my heart almost leaped to my throat. There was a long hallway before me, with a Gold colored elevator waiting for me at the end. I almost expected someone or something to pop out of it and stop me in my way. But nothing happened even when I called the elevator up, aimed for the ground floor, and had the doors opening to a Gold and white themed lobby.

Who exactly used to live here? I checked the next door, and it was the same thing. I checked the three doors on the floor and there was nothing remotely interesting to keep me glued here. There was one last door at the end of the hall that had a yellow tape over it. I sighed and marched toward it, grabbed the knob and turned it. The door didn’t budge. I tried it once and twice, slammed my foot into it, but it remained sturdy. I shrugged and turned away.

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.

Fenris gasped. “Yes.” Lillia echoed. “Amelia’s sketches also had a red door like this one. I knew we were not dead.” She laughed happily, her feet moving in tandem as they approached the eerie-looking crimson red door that stood very oddly in the black void. And when she reached, Lillia walked around it. There was nothing but darkness for miles behind it, almost like a tear in space and time, but in the shape of a door… a crimson red door.

she told us, and instinctively, without question, we stepped forward. I placed my palm on the left door and Nik placed his palm on the right one. Our hands were on the circular designs near the edge of the door. The golden blood leaked from my hand and passed through the carvings on the door, making it look like the carvings over it were made out of real gold. Nik's red blood passed through the carvings on the right and then our blood slipped into each other. The carvings had both, red and golden colours.