The Red Room Urban Legend Novels & Stories

I wanted to call Chelsea but I went against it and placed back my phone on the table. Maybe I would call her later. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. It felt like I was floating in thin air like outta space. I was surrounded by darkness but at a far distance I could see a tunnel of light. I followed it and it led to a dark room. It was full of chains and dead skeletons. The place gave me the chills. Something was written on the wall in a red substance. BEWARE YOUR END IS NEAR. Before I could respond the room began spinning and everything turned pitch black. I woke up breathing hard. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and I turned on the lights.

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.”

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Hell nah! It's definitely chicken feet, clutching me unapologetically. It feels so scaly and rough, and I let out a shrill scream that should pierce through the whole of Lexxton. If there's anyone out there, please help! Please! Please!! I don't want to die! I open my eyes to discover we've bursted into another room which suddenly lights up in red. Crimson flashes on the inside making it look like a haunted house. My stomach flips.

My eyes tracked the movement carefully. "We'll see about that." Before I could say anything else, the room around me vanished. I grunted as my back slammed into the cold concrete floor, the smell of mould and soil burning my nose. I quickly scanned the dark space, unable to see anything in the black abyss surrounding me. I went to move, but my hand brushed against something cold and scaly, causing me to pull away quickly.

The color was red and it looks like a spell room to him. "Common, don't tell me we are going in there too?" Ian asked the girl who was still holding up his hand with excitement. "Of course we are. Don't be ridiculous. We are going in there. I think it's the last room for the whole house," Immediately, Kristina grabbed Ian's hand as the two of them walked into the room. It was so hue red and at that, Kristina almost jumped in excitement. She could remember, when she was in college, she and her colleagues had come here before. They had accused her of bring a witch. She never get scared of ghosts instead she giggles in excitement.

I was extremely happy when I realized that I wouldn't have to share a bathroom with my brothers. Soon, someone came and showed us around the castle. It was indeed a giant labyrinth. I could barely remember where my own room was.But I thought I would do it over time. Once the visit was over, they took us to the large room, where the old werewolves were. Legend has it that they were the first wolves to travel the Earth, and that they had incredible powers conferred on them by the Goddess of the Moon herself.

They entered the house, and Tales immediately noticed Jake’s absence—who should have greeted them with a smile. The living room was empty and quiet. They immediately ascended the stairs and entered the red room. Raja shut the door behind them, his presence oppressive as always. The red room looked more like a dungeon inside. It felt suffocating. The walls were a deep, matte red, engrossing the dim glow of a small chandelier that barely lit the space. Metal hooks and brackets lined the walls, bearing an assortment of restraints, chains, and other items that Tales couldn’t immediately identify or fathom. The air smelled of something Tales couldn’t recognize, but it irritated his nose.

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.

Melena suggested. " How?" I asked, and Audrey replied. " We need a room for that. Somewhere Dimly lit with entrapments that can help restrain someone physically." " The red room," I suggested. Not wanting them to ask me what it was, I quickly explained, " It is my room of pleasures, I used to use it a lot with my collection of lovers before I fell in love with Ellis and gave up that lifestyle," I confessed, and Melena began to smile at me. I saw the lightbulb go on in her eyes.

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.”