Red Room Urban Legend Novels & Stories

It's the only form of light in here. I look to my left and I find a little bed on an iron bed carrier. More like the ones you see in prisons. Am I in jail!?. What did I do!?.I look to my right and I see a rocking chair. And that's just it. All that's in this room. I can at least tell that the room is painted pink. And.... Is... Do I see blood on the wall!!?. Fear suddenly grips me as this very scenario reminds me of a story 'Mommy's House' by z0mbies I read this story on wattpad some days back. And now I feel like I am in the same story. What's going on!?.

"If you did you would not have used such a passé term. vampire? That's for myths and legends. We are Neratomay—The Undead. You would know that if you weren't thoroughly human." "I may not have vampire instincts, but I do have survival instincts," I said. "I grew up in the hood, bitch!" I thought about the other room, and like lightening I was there. The craggy-faced vamp was there with me a half second later with a on his face. I had excellent vision, but now I saw with more than my eyes.

Also, as soon as one made a tour inside the room, they would also start to notice the strong stench of blood and rotten flesh. If Audrey and her friends were there, they would probably be reminded of their gruesome encounter at the Land of Echurid where they first saw the Army of the Undead. Because its smell and the vibe were exactly the same as what can be observed in Professor Sonny's secret chamber. Whiffs of smokes of varying colors also filled the entire area of the room and the place was slightly dim since the color of the lightning inside the room was not white. Instead, the light inside the room seemed to be more like dominated by the color of green and black. Most likely to be an a

,Layla whispered with a frown. "It is the closest city to us",Riven explained to her. "I know Red City holds so many painful memories for you but..." "It's okay",Layla softly interrupted him and placed her arms around him in an embrace. She nuzzled his neck and sighed. "Red City is okay" "What matters is that we're still together", Riven whispered in her ear. "Your father says there are many supernatural creatures in the city. So blending in won't be difficult"

When Auster uttered those words, I was immediately aware that we needed to exercise caution because the area smelled of gloom, much like there was a fog, but the fog's color was dark rather than white. I unintentionally grasped Auster's hands hard at that moment, and before I knew it, he had drawn closer to me and was whispering some phrases I never thought I would get used to. “Just be careful not to enter that room. There are legends that it will eat a person's soul.”

I'd hate for the man to find me walking around naked. walking into the Red Room, which wasn't Red. They just called it the Red Room because - well, I don't need to explain that. If anything, it had this nice dark woody interior. The shelves and the rails each holding a different equipment and toys for us to explore. The four poster vast bed on the other end of the room.

One of them is, of course, Midnight Pack. At Cladbridge, I heard that it is somewhat a mixture of Bloodbury and Woodhill. There are currently no leaders like at Woodhill, but there were whispers that the true rulers of the North are the fairies. But I heard nobody has seen them ever since. Then, the last city is Redburg. All I know about them is that back in the day it was the spawning ground for cruel and crazy experiments. And the latest news is that demons now live there, but they are just hiding in plain sight..

The Red room sounds so cliche but I hope it is not what I actually think it is because that room name is popularly common in one thing. The door swings in and immediately dim red lights glow from the ceiling, the black walls drink the light. They are chains hanging from the ceiling. Then I saw many other things. Whips, paddles, strange metal toys line shelves. A large wooden X-frame stands in one corner. In the center, a suspension rig with rings and cuffs. They are mirrors on every wall so I see myself from all sides. The room is exactly what I think it is. I would be bare soon and weak. The room smells of leather and oil. My belly falls and my knees tremble.

Waiting. She sees me and stands quickly. “June?” she says, surprised. “Are you okay?” I stop in front of her, heart pounding. “I need to talk to you. Now.” She blinks, then nods. “Alright.” We move into one of the empty strategy rooms. The walls are lined with maps and old weapons. The air feels colder here. Quieter. I lay the scroll on the table. “This is what I saw,” I say. “That night in the woods. This… thing. It had red eyes. It wasn’t just a rogue. It wasn’t a hallucination.”

The Caldwell family had three sitting rooms. And right now, none of them felt safe. I sat stiffly in the center of the smallest one—“the red room,” they called it, because of the floor-to-ceiling velvet curtains. Dean stood near the window, still, silent and arms folded across his chest. Mason was slouched in one of the armchairs, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his knee bounced constantly. Nervous energy leaked from him in every direction.