Red Room Urban Legend Novels & Stories

I watched as they were both dragged away. “No! Not there!” Their screams echoed down the hallway, music to my ears. “Please! I don’t want to die like that!” The Red Room—my personal chamber of horrors, specially designed for those foolish enough to cross me. Its walls had absorbed countless screams, its tools stained with the blood of traitors. It would soon welcome another guest. “What about Nate and Scott?” I asked, turning back to Matteo. “Those backstabbing vermin?” “Our people are hunting them down as we speak,” he replied.

Open it," Jacoben urged with reassurance in his tone. She nodded, taking one deep breath. She slowly parted the curtain, revealing a thick glass that served as a barrier between them and a small room. Their jaw dropped to the floor, and their eyes widened. They gasped for air while their whole body shook at the thing the green curtain was hiding. "No!" Maridona cried while violently shaking her head, tears forming in her eyes. "No! This can't be..." In front of them was a mutant with long fangs, claws, and glowing gray eyes the same color as a storm cloud. Its pale skin is full of protruding veins. Its neck, hands, and feet were chained to the white wall. It looked weak as it fell on the flo

Bam! His pale skin instantly turned red. Even his teeth seemed to have grown. He looked just like a European urban legend—a true vampire with an unspeakable murderous intent. “No wonder you have that name. Are you saying that you belong to that bloodline? I thought they were completely lost to time. Come on, then.” Salem nodded, then hooked his finger. Harvey’s eyes lit up. He stood under the ring. “Legends say that there are ghosts in the west who look human with blood-red eyes and beastly teeth. They’d usually roam at night to feast on humans… I thought beings like that had already gone extinct. Who knew this man had that kind of blood in him?”

“B.C. It’s going to lead people back to Brick since Camille—the author of that article—has a connection to both you and Gabby, and you’re closely related to him.” Kaitlynn blinked at him once, then threw her head back and laughed. And while she was busy not-catching on, I strolled further into the room to snag an apple from the basket on the coffee table, and I plopped down next to her. “But that’s ridiculous,” she finally said, slapping my leg. “Brick’s not…” Voice falling quiet, she turned slowly to look at me. “Oh my God,” she rasped before smacking my leg again, but harder this time. “You’re Black Crimson?”

he said, his tone suddenly serious, “you might be used to rule-breaking. But here, rules are your only shield. If you break them… you get the Red Room.” “The Red Room?” Draven frowned. “What’s that, detention with silver whips?” Valen’s grin was wolfish. “Worse. It can’t be explained.” “But it can be experienced,” Corwin added with a wink. “Sounds exaggerated,” Damon said. “I mean, how scary can it be?” Zarek leaned in, face inches from mine. “Ten minutes inside… and you’ll beg to follow every rule ever made.” “And who enforces that?” I asked. “That tiny woman at the head desk?”

It became a piece of a stretch, however, he felt like there have been a few kinds of connection among them. "However, I do not clearly understand approximately the details. Urban legends... Or ought to I say, extra like odd rumours in college. Probably counts as one of every one of our college's Seven Wonders. Solving the thriller of the 'Witch,' the Occult Research Club... Something like that maybe?" "Witch!?" Hearing her repeat the term, Raven unwittingly moved in the direction of Helena. Instantly, their faces nearly touching, they might experience every different's breath.

After hearing Aunt Marlene cry out in pain, I saw her run out, her clothes in disarray. Dad leaned against the doorframe, looking utterly satisfied, smoking a cigarette. He took some time to fix his clothes before heading in the direction Aunt Marlene had run. But by then, a group of men with bad intentions had already cornered her in the small grove behind the village. As their hungry eyes roamed over her pale skin, they noticed the red marks on her. "Oh, she's damaged goods. Someone's already had a turn. Let's just have some fun today. We don't usually get a chance to run into this idiot. Let's show her a whole new world."

We soon stopped in front of a room which was the last room on the south wing, and he swiped out a card from his drenched suit pocket, and slid it on the door sensor to open it. As the door slowly opened, the room began to get lit with red lights, and a single bed which was obviously programmed, surprisingly came out from inside a wall. I sat on the bed, my long hair, sticking to my face as I struggled to search Dashiell's expression for some reason why we were in a room that was almost empty. "This room is called the red room," he announced. I quirked my head to the side and chuckled, "Let me guess…this is also known as your kink room?"

The real color of the door wasn’t red but someone had put a wallpaper there and I knew what it symbolized. The red room! That was where the real freaks let loose. I went in without much hesitation. Inside was gloomy with the lights low to a bare minimum. I couldn’t see a fucking thing but I could hear everything. I waited for a minute at the corner for my eyes to get accustomed to the murky atmosphere. It didn’t take long. Some rooms looked like cubicles boxed off with curtains. Moving along the hall, I caught glimpses of bodies moving in the rooms within. This place was a horny teen’s paradise. I kept on till I got to the last room and walked in. It was empty so I settled down.

If there's anything else, find a new place to rent it. Since she and Rolando had already explained everything to each other, it would definitely not be appropriate for her to live in his house. The night of early November was already rather cold. She went to the washroom to wash her face. When she came out of the washroom, the light in the corridor suddenly flickered, making her nervous. In the past, Cynthia often told her the legendary ghost stories of the University in her dorms. The most talked about was also the most famous topic in the school... There was no doubt that the female teacher in red from twenty years ago had disappeared in the middle of the night at the office building.