Riddle Doors Novels & Stories

Emily stopped talking as she heard the door close. “No!” she screamed, running to the door as it closed. She let her hand form a fist and hit the door miserably. “What?” Aaron asked, seeing her reaction to the door closing. “JJ went all out with this stupid game of his. The door won’t open until you find the clue, solve the riddle, and then enter the code.” “Okay, so what was the code?” “I don’t know.” “Okay, what was the riddle?” “Don’t know.”

“Okay. Let’s go down another floor.” Taking the stairs again, we continue down the floors until we reach a set of metal doors. Rowan runs his hands across the doors. “This one has no card reader.” Stopping beside him, I run my gaze across the door. There are no windows on the door, only a large symbol. “How are we going to get in?” I think out loud. Rowan presses his ear against the door for a moment. “I hear something.” Mimicking his move, I press my ear against the door and listen. Several seconds pass before a muffled cry reaches my ears. Flinching back, I look at Rowan. “Do you think it’s human?”

They were all written in capital letters. ‘OPEN THAT DOOR AND YOU WILL FIND ALL YOUR ANSWERS TO YOUR DOUBT’ What was this? A riddle or what? I frowned and placed the paper back into my jeans. “What a waste of time?” I frowned very hard. I turned to the right and my eyes caught that door. I widened my eyes, took the paper again. Oh fuck! This door, I never thought of it. I looked into the room quickly and saw that he was still sleeping. My legs and hands started vibrating as I walked closer to the room. My chest region was moving up and down and tension filled my whole body.

Some doors don't open. They realize they were never locked.

Together, we begin deciphering the cryptic symbols etched into the door, our minds intertwin in a dance of ancient knowledge and intuition. Piece by piece, we unravel the hidden meaning behind the symbols, piecing together fragments of forgotten history and long-lost prophecies. The door trembles under our touch, resonating with the power of our combined efforts. And finally, as I trace the last line of text, the door begins to emit a soft, radiant light.

As I crossed the threshold, the symbols on the walls flared, and a new challenge emerged—a glowing riddle scrawled across the corridor ahead: “What flows without form, yet shapes mountains with time? Choose its vessel wisely.” Before me were five doors, each marked with a symbol: a flame, a stream, a gust, a stone, and a tree. "Water flows," I whispered, stepping toward the door marked by the stream. But something stopped me. The air around the door felt wrong, heavy with an unspoken warning. ‘The answer isn’t just water,’ Naila said. ‘It’s patience.’ I turned to the door marked by the tree, its roots etched into the wood like veins.

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 were tapping on the keypad but nothing was happening. “Let’s go!” someone shouted. They headed down a hall lined with doors, all of them closed, but there were no keypads outside of any of them. “Where are we?” Rain asked. “What’s behind these doors, Adams?” “These are our compartments,” he said. “I mean… the Dicks’ rooms. They’re all locked from the outside with keys that only the Mothers have.” “So how can we get into any of them?” Seth asked. “We can’t get in this way, but down this hall, we will probably come to another entrance with a keypad.” His voice was strained as he struggled to walk with the weight of the injured man leaning on him.

The door was so eye-catching because it was made of steel and there were also some unknown as well as difficultly-explicable devices attached by the sides of the door. “What door is this? It’s made of steel, isn’t it? There are also some indescribable devices attached over here… There must be something vital, precious as well as valuable inside this room so that they make such an unbreakable door like this. Not everybody is allowed to enter this room you see…” concluded Helen Angsani with her beaming eyes. She moved her eyebrows up and down for quite a couple of times. “We can’t even open the door… So, how can we get into this special mysterious room?” uttered Renata Limidius paying attentio