One Halloween night, you and your five friends gathered in the living room, the lights dimmed low, the air thick with that strange thrill the holiday always brings. Someone suggested playing Red Door, Yellow Door—a harmless trance game, you all thought. A silly dare. A way to spook each other before the real parties started.

One by one, each friend took a turn slipping into that quiet meditative state, guided by the rest of you. Laughter filled the room at first. Nervous jokes. Teasing. Everyone returned from their “mind rooms” with weird descriptions, strange doors, odd colors—nothing truly frightening.

Until the last turn.

Your friend lay back, hands on their knees, breathing slowly as you guided them under. Their eyelids fluttered, their face relaxing as they slipped deeper into the trance. At first everything seemed normal. They answered your gentle questions in a soft voice.

Then, without warning, the calm shattered.

They suddenly jerked rigid, fingers digging into the carpet, breath catching in their throat. And then came the scream—raw, panicked, desperate.

“GET ME OUT!” “GET ME OUT!” “GET ME OUT!”

Over and over, louder each time, but their eyes remained shut tight, as if glued shut. You grabbed their shoulders, shaking them, calling their name, but they wouldn’t respond. The others crowded around, pale and silent, unsure whether to run or help or simply frozen in place.

Finally, after what felt like hours but could only have been seconds, their eyelids snapped open.

The look in them was wrong.

Not just fear—horror. Something ancient and feral and bone-deep. They scrambled back into the corner of the room, curling in on themself, shaking so violently you could hear the fabric of their clothes tremble. Their lips moved, mumbling strings of broken words, scattered thoughts, nonsense you couldn’t piece together.

You all exchanged glances, each thinking the same thing but too afraid to say it aloud.

The man in the suit. The one everyone had heard rumors about. The entity people blamed when the game went too far.

But when someone finally whispered, “Did you see the man in the suit…?” your friend stopped trembling just long enough to meet your eyes.

Slowly, they shook their head.

A tear slid down their cheek.

And in a hoarse, fractured voice, barely more than a breath, they forced out a single sentence—one that chilled every person in the room to the bone:

“The wolf… the wolf will kill us all…”

Red Door Yellow Door, also known as Doors of the Mind, is a psychological visualization game where one person guides another into a light trance to explore imagined spaces of their subconscious. The guide helps the traveler relax — often by lifting the traveler’s hands or touching their temples — while repeating the chant “red door, yellow door, any other color door.” Once the traveler closes their eyes and begins visualizing a house, hallway, or series of rooms, they put their hands down and the guide asks them to describe what they see and choose which doors to open. Certain elements, like clocks, mirrors, basements, or shadowy figures (especially a man in a suit), are considered signs to end the game immediately, as they’re believed to represent danger within the visualization. The session ends when the traveler encounters something unsettling, feels trapped, or chooses to stop, at which point the guide brings them out of the trance by telling them to open their eyes.