Red Door Yellow Door Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Each room has beds inside and basic bathrooms, all of the beds have chains on them …The sick fukers must have kept these woman chained up like animals. “Where are you Laila” I whisper untill I reach the last door…Its locked with my heart in my mouth we force the door from its hinges and when the door opens what I see inside breaksmy heart, and by the look on my teams faces I’m not the only one. Authors note. So what or who is behind the door? Are you team Ben, or team Adam still? Thank you for reading my story. You guys are amazing, leave me a comment as always I love to know your thoughts and If you could spare a gem that would be fabulous.

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.

At the end of the hallway stood another tall door, but it was painted in white and the knob was of a golden color. Leticia brought out the key to the locked door before them. The latch clicked open as she turned the key, the door creaking open with a creepy hissing sound coming out from the dim room. Elise ignored it, thinking that it was probably just the wind or the rain outside. Leticia must have noticed her expression, so, she politely ushered her inside.

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.

It seems these are the words they needed to hear as many she-wolves that are taken by Ragers are found either dead at the end of The Run, or never to be seen again. “Now lets push this stupid door open and get the heck away from here.” The redhead chuckles out, moving towards the heavy steel door blocking our final path to freedom. With a smile, I watch as she pushes against it, the door slowly moving forward. I move forward, joining her as we use what remaining strength we have to push our way out until a blinding light greets us.

I could hear her heart hammering, a frantic bird trapped in her ribs. The door to Elias and Martha’s bedroom was cracked open just a few inches. A dark, sluggish pool of liquid had seeped out from under the door, staining the beige carpet of the hallway a deep, horrific crimson. I felt Violet’s intake of breath, a jagged, broken sound. I wanted to tell her to turn around, to go back to the car and lock the doors, but I knew it was too late. I put my hand on the door handle, my muscles coiled like a spring. I shoved it open.

The understanding between them transcended words. Together, the two boys stepped forward, hand in hand, and crossed the threshold of the violet glass. There was no splash. No sound of tearing reality. No dramatic explosion of light. One second they were there, their silhouettes sharp against the glowing backdrop, and the next, they were swallowed by the impossible light. The Door rippled slightly, like the surface of a deep pond disturbed by a falling leaf, and then settled back into its perfectly flat, two-dimensional stillness. "They did it," someone gasped, the sound ragged and torn from dry lungs.

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

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.”