Trapped From The Future Escape Room Novels & Stories

Yara's eyes swept over the advertising banners above the atrium. After a brief moment of consideration, she asked, "Why don't we try an escape room?" Timothy hadn't tried that before. But it didn't mean he didn't know what it was. After contemplating it momentarily, he said, "How about playing on the claw machines instead? I don't think you'll be able to get out once you enter the escape room."

Pim yelled, grabbing Chalida’s arm. But as they turned toward the only remaining exit, the elevator car itself began to plummet, the cables snapping with a sound like a gunshot. The floor tilted sharply, throwing them both off balance. "The stairs!" Chalida shouted, dragging Pim toward the emergency exit. But as they reached the handle, the door lock flared, turning molten red under their hands. The system had locked the physical world as firmly as it held the digital one. "We're trapped," Pim realized, the horror finally sinking in. The building wasn't just killing them; it was consuming them.

"Ex-couples, this game will test your connection with each other and your memory to exercise your mind. You will work as a team. Trenton and Sam will act, and Deena and Leticia will serve as their guide. They will only move according to your instructions." "There are a total of ten rooms and each room will be harder to escape from. You need to help Sam and Trenton advance to the next room and escape. The first who escapes before an hour is over, wins." Leticia and I were given an ear piece each with a mic so we can communicate with Sam and Trenton without hurting our throats. "Let's do this, Dee." Leticia offered her fist and I bumped it with mine. "Let's go."

Not the same men. Not the same threat. Something worse. “They’re coming through the lower access.” My body stills. Instantly. Because that means— we’re not escaping. We’re being funneled. Trapped. Again. And this time— there’s nowhere left to run.

"I love you, Nova. Across all timelines, across all variations of existence, I love you. And I will find you. That's a promise." Before I could argue further, Alden was pushing me into the panic room, and the door was sealing shut. I could hear the sounds of gunfire, of organized assault, of violence contained behind reinforced walls. And then silence. A silence so complete it suggested the world beyond had simply ceased to exist. Hours passed. Maybe days. Time became meaningless in the sealed room with only emergency lighting and the sound of my own heartbeat. I tried every possible escape route and found them all carefully secured. I tried to hack into the security system and found it deli

The moment my feet touched the concrete floor, freezing air swept over me, wrapping around my skin like icy fingers. I turned slowly, forcing myself to look. A metal table sat at the far end of the room. Tools rested on top—tools I didn’t want to identify. And right in the center… A drain. A drain. The meaning of it settled deep in my bones. The men left without a word. The heavy door slammed shut behind them, the sound echoing violently through the space. Sealed. Locked. Hidden. Escape was impossible—not with a passageway that required a code, not with a place designed to keep someone trapped.

I screamed at them . They nodded at each other before turning back to us . " You've got thirty minutes to get your friends to find you . This warehouse has bombs all over. It will blow up if you don't get out in time ." They said together before turning back to leave. They shut the front door on us and leaving us trapped. " What the fúck are we ? Players in escape room ? "Jasper glared but it was too late . They were gone. " Shouting won't help . Let's try and contact the others . We still have some minutes before we turn to roasted meat . "

**ATTENTION, ATTENTION, this is an emergency broadcast. Repeat an emergency broadcast. A severe blizzard is coming this way, remain indoors, this will bring several feet of snow and have severe wind blasts. Repeat, this is an emergency broadcast.** Jay turned off the radio and looked at his girlfriend who was freaking out, her nails in her mouth. His head turned and he looked at his best friend for well over 25 years. Jake returned Jay’s look and Jake started to shake his head. Being friends for that long, Jake could read his friend and Jay stood up.

They all seemed okay with it and I smiled, they were really making things easier for me. "Okay, you can all go in now. Once you're settled in, the doors will be locked and you have an hour to escape," an employee wearing a freaky T-Shirt informed us. "Okay," I said. "You guys are hostages of a murderer who just escaped from prison. You need to look for clues to open all the doors and finally get out of his clutches. I hope you all understand?" He asked. "Of course, let's go in guys," I said.

The next morning: I wake up a little confused. I’m laying on a bed that is way harder than I am use to. As I wake up more I have flashes of a swing, ropes, toys, and a very long night. I smile at this and start to get up but find out that I cannot get up, I am still tired to the bed in our playroom. One of the rules we have for the playroom is I am not aloud to talk in the playroom unless to say my safe word. Trey did this shit on purpose. I roll my eyes and then here the intercom come on. “ Keep rolling your eyes Ava and I will come in there.” I huh and look up at the ceiling. So he wants to play dirt today, the longer he keeps me here the worse it will be for him. Last time I mysteriously