Prince Prospero decides to throw a party for all of the nobility to forget about the red death. Everyone is dressed in lavish outlandish outfits, and the palace is extrended into seven colored rooms. The rooms were blue, purple, green, orange, white, violet and lastly red.
Everytime the hour hit, the clock would ring and remind everyone of the death outside. Hour after hour passed as the clock in the red room never ceased to quiet the people until midnight arrived. A mysterous man appeared, dressed as the red death. He appalled everyone.
The prince was furious and chased him throughout the rooms all the way into the final red room. Before he could strike with his dagger however, he fell dead. The crowd- FURIOUS attacked him as he disappeared into thin air, nothing but his clothes left behind.
Within Minutes everyone at the party fell ill, every single soul dying in the palace. The mist of red death wafting about the terrified, angered partygoers. They found themselves helpless to do much of anything at all.
Within minuites however the room is left without a single life intact. The inevitable death had fallen humanity no matter how they shut themselves inside. The masque of red death had come and claimed his victims.
The rooms of the palace were representing the stages of life, The infant, schoolboy, lover, soldier and so on. The red room however, meant obliovion and death. The clock that chimed within it representing the bell of death tolling. None can escape deaths grip, and the ending of the story proves this to be true.