Twisted Time Escape Rooms Novels & Stories

The Library had been transformed into a prison. Heavy velvet ropes cordoned off the exits. A digital countdown clock, projected onto the mahogany wall, ticked down in ominous red numerals. 45:00. "Welcome to 'Trapped'!" Mira’s voice announced over the intercom. "Relationships are about solving problems together! Escaping the mundane! Today, you have forty-five minutes to crack the codes, find the keys, and unlock the door to the next round. The last couple to escape... is eliminated."

No one likes being woken up at seven AM on their day off. Especially not when said person had worked a double shift in a busy emergency room right before falling asleep. But when woken up by a grumpy werewolf for a father, you didn’t give the snippy remark you had readied for whoever woke you.

Fisher spoke up again. "Each group will enter the portal one at a time," he said, his voice loud and clear. "You’ll each be taken to a different puzzle room. You’ll have no more than thirty minutes to solve the puzzles and find your way out. If you’re even a second late, you’ll be disqualified." One by one, he started calling the groups forward. I stood there, tense, as I watched the groups disappear into the swirling portal, swallowed whole, leaving no trace behind.

The process was quick, and soon we were making our way to the entrance of the Treasure Hunt House. The building loomed ahead, a towering Victorian-style mansion with an eerie, flickering glow from the lanterns lining the porch. Above the grand double doors, a large digital timer glowed in bold red numbers, counting down from an hour. The time limit for the hunt. The goal was simple. Groups entered separately, and the fastest ones to get the treasure won. We were split into two teams, Amari and Brandon went ahead first while Aaron and I followed. The game started off easy, a few riddles leading us through dimly lit hallways. The deeper we went, the more unsettling it became. Hidden doors, sud

It was audibly quiet, also the green protection wasn't glowing, which means there was an intruder. "No no no, this is what I don't want to freaking happen!" Ysmael holds on to his hair. "That woman spread her scent anywhere, emigrating sounds good to me now and Switzerland sounds great." Damian agrees with his flattened expression. "Does it mean.. Ethan!" Erin ran inside the mansion, Ajax followed right after her, afraid there would be a sudden attack to occur. "Ethan!" But before Erin can get a hold of the door knob, it opens revealing a girl with blonde hair, her fair white skin complimenting the floral dress she's wearing.

Wednesday, 9:00 AM. On the second floor of the Del Carmen headquarters in Batangas, the air inside the boardroom was quiet but heavy. The long narra table gleamed under the soft ceiling lights, surrounded by eleven high-backed leather chairs. At each seat was a nameplate, an agenda folder, bottled water, and a tablet for the digital presentation. Along the side of the room, floor-to-ceiling glass windows framed the manicured garden outside — calm and green, but not enough to ease the tension inside.

I planned to search the rooms one by one. The first room had a window, and the curtains were drawn. However, the window was wide open. Wind was blowing through the curtains, letting in a bit of light. It looked like there were rows of display cases that looked like glass boxes with something inside. It almost felt like dozens of eyes were watching me from the inside… I quickly turned on the light and saw rows and rows of severed heads! I covered my mouth, forcing myself to stay calm, but the shock was too much. My vision went black for a second. I kept my eyes shut for a long time before slowly recovering.

The moment Kyle picked up, Felix was already kneading my b**bs. “I called to thank you for your help. Xavier already signed the contract so everything’s set.” I paused for a moment when the escort’s hands slipped under my shirt and was holding my bare chest. “When will you be available? I’ll treat you to dinner.” “Oh, I like that. Then, this Saturday will do,” Kyle replied. “Great. I will fetch you after your shift. Anyway, is there anything else I should know about Xavier?”

he had in hush tones while standing three feet away from me, and broke eye contact with me and slowly looked down at my left foot that was close to a small shrub. my boot was ever so slightly touching the very thin wire, my eyes quickly followed the wire until my eyes met a tranq dart just waiting to be triggered, and right above my head was a net. i slowly backed up until my back met bodaway’s palm. he brought that hand to my shoulder and squeezed it. “we need to talk, but not here.” “Not safe.” - “are you still going to fuss and worry over me when the twins come, or are you going to forget about me?” she was holding up paint samples and closing one eye, furthering her imagination of what t

She kept throwing Trojan horse data in an attempt to squeeze the Death Broadcast room. Ross said, “Do you still remember what the Death Judge said? There is a pre-set time lock at the bottom of the glass cover. What he said is a time lock. It doesn’t need a key to open at all. Once the time is up, it will open naturally, but the time is definitely not too short!” The few of them frowned and began to think. “It seems to be true!” “If the key he mentioned is not used to open the lock, what is it used to open?”