LOGINDescription of House of Horror – Part One In the heart of modern Cairo stands an ordinary residential tower… yet behind its walls lurk secrets darker than the night itself. House of Horror plunges into the psychological depths of characters who slowly unravel, transforming from ordinary people trying to survive… into beings haunted by hallucinations, crimes, and cursed truths. The story begins with a mysterious murder shaking the tower’s residents, and events unfold like an unstoppable rolling fire: Nasser, the father, commits the first crime in his home, igniting a chain of psychological terror and breakdowns. Malik, the son, becomes the focal point, trapped between a haunting past and horrifying truths that consume his mind, until he himself turns into a merciless monster. Sophia, his sorrowful sister, is swept into a vortex of fear and despair. Other characters’ paths intertwine inside the cursed house: Dima, Ghada, Rofan, security officers, tower residents… all threads in a dark tapestry driven toward a single fate: death or madness. Police officers fall into a maze of mysteries, entangled with corpses, investigations, cameras, and witnesses unaware that they are approaching a bloody end. Questions mount: Who is the killer? Who is the victim? Or is the house itself the true criminal? In this first part, the initial tragedy takes shape… and the curse begins. A high dose of psychological horror, suspense, and escalating drama drives the reader to hold their breath with every page. .....
View MoreNasser entered the kitchen where his wife, Noor, was preparing dinner. Meanwhile, Malik and Sophia were in their rooms.
With slow, heavy steps, Nasser approached one of the kitchen drawers. He opened it and pulled out a sharp knife. The kitchen was fully visible from the living room seating area. Suddenly, without warning, he lunged at Noor, stabbing her repeatedly in different parts of her body. A piercing scream shattered the silence of the apartment—Noor’s cry came with the very first stab! Malik and Sophia heard the scream from their rooms. Terrified, they bolted, rushing frantically toward the kitchen. Sophia reached first, followed immediately by Malik. She froze for a moment in shock, then let out a scream that made hearts tremble: Sophia (horrified, in a chilling scream): "Mom!" She dropped to her knees, clutching her mother’s lifeless, blood-soaked body lying on the kitchen floor. Malik lunged at his father, but Nasser shoved him forcefully backward. The knife was still in Nasser’s hand. As he pushed Malik in the chest, the blade sliced Malik’s upper shoulder, leaving a bleeding wound. Blood spilled everywhere. The kitchen transformed into a scene of pure horror—a nightmare that had only just begun. --- –Inside Nabil’s Apartment – Bedroom Nabil, living in the apartment adjacent to Nasser’s, was lying in bed, preparing to sleep, when a sudden, piercing scream broke the silence: Sophia (from behind the walls): "Mommy!" Nabil sat upright, his heart pounding. The building was usually quiet—he had never heard anything like this before. Suspicion and anxiety crept into his mind. Slowly, he sat at the edge of the bed, reached for his phone on the bedside table, and called the building’s security immediately. Nabil (anxiously): "Hello? This is Nabil, Apartment 30, 15th floor. I just heard a girl screaming 'Mom!' from the neighboring apartment—number 29. Please, someone needs to check immediately!" Mina: "Understood, sir." --- –Inside the Security Office on the Ground Floor Mina sat behind his desk, answering the call calmly. Ashraf and Shadi sat before him, alert and focused, awaiting instructions. Mina (firmly): "Ashraf, you and Shadi go to the 15th floor, Apartment 29. A resident reported hearing a girl scream 'Mom!' Go there immediately, check the situation, and report back." Ashraf and Shadi sprang from their seats and rushed out. They entered the elevator and headed to the fifteenth floor. When the elevator doors opened, they stepped out immediately. --- –Hallway Outside Nasser’s Apartment Nasser flung open his apartment door and bolted toward the elevator, a bloodied knife in hand. Malik stood at the doorway behind him. Malik (shouting): "He killed Mom! Stop him!" Nasser collided with Ashraf as he ran toward the elevator. Shadi quickly snatched the knife from Nasser’s hand. Ashraf restrained him from behind, and together they forced him into the elevator. Ashraf pressed the ground floor button. Upon reaching it, Shadi opened the elevator door and dragged Nasser into the security office. --- Mina sat behind his desk, watching as Ashraf and Shadi brought in Nasser, his clothes soaked in blood. He froze in shock. Mina (astonished): "Mr. Nasser?!" He stared in disbelief, unable to comprehend what he saw. Mina (to Shadi): "What happened, Shadi?" Shadi (seriously): "Mr. Nasser killed Madam Noor—his wife." Nasser lowered his gaze silently, uttering no words. Mina grabbed the phone from his desk and called the police immediately. Mina (after a moment): "Hello? This is Mina, security head at Tower 16, Cairo. We have a murder in the building. A resident killed his wife and is currently detained in the security office." Police (on the phone): "We will be at the location in a few minutes."--- –Outside the Building – Police Arrival Police officers arrived at the building entrance, led by the Officer. Beside him, a journalist carried a camera in one hand and two bags on her arms. Other officers followed closely. At the entrance, Mina stood to greet them, flanked by Shadi and Ashraf, each holding one of Nasser’s arms—one on his right, the other on his left. The police controlled Nasser, escorting him forcefully into the waiting squad car. Mina: "This was the knife he had while running, sir." Officer (gesturing to an aide): "Take it from him." Officer: "Where is the crime scene?" Mina: "15th floor, Apartment 29. Shadi and Ashraf will accompany you, sir, if you allow." Shadi: "This way, sir." Shadi and Ashraf guided the officer to the elevator. --- –Outside Nasser’s Apartment – Minutes Later The officer stood before the apartment, surrounded by his team. Shadi: "This is the apartment, sir." The apartment door was wide open. The officer entered, guided by Shadi, passing through the living room to the kitchen. Inside, Noor lay dead on the floor. Sophia cradled her mother’s head in her lap, tears streaming down her face. Malik stood broken, shattered, looking at the officer with red, tear-filled eyes—tears that refused to fall, frozen in the pride of a killer. Blood flowed from a wound on his upper left shoulder, dripping down to his elbow, and a drop fell onto Noor’s lifeless face, pooling in Sophia’s hands. Officer (seriously, firmly): "Cover the body." Police aide (standing beside him): "Understood, sir." Officer (looking at Malik and Sophia): "Both of you, come with me." The officer led them out of the kitchen, heading toward the apartment exit, closely followed by the journalist. Journalist: "Excuse me, sir, may I ask you a few questions?" Officer (firmly): "No interviews are allowed. You may attend the interrogations at the prosecutor’s office." Journalist (disappointed): "Thank you… but could I at least take a photograph of the victim? Or one of you?" Officer: "I won’t allow that." Officer (gesturing): "The victim is over there. You may photograph her." The officer and some of his aides exited the apartment, leaving the renowned journalist, Susan, in the kitchen—the crime scene. She raised her camera and captured images of Noor, her lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Meanwhile, a police aide approached and gently draped a white cover over Noor’s bodyThe black car was still parked in the same spot it had occupied since morning. Inside, Malik, Daniel, Dima, and Magda Rovan sat silently, their eyes fixed on the villa with tense anticipation. The midday heat had subsided slightly, but the tension inside the car burned hotter than ever.The silence was broken by the sound of a small red car pulling up in front of the villa's gate. Inside sat a young man and woman—elegantly dressed, their faces composed and confident.The guards opened the gate immediately, without hesitation, as if they knew the visitors well. The car rolled inside, and the gate closed firmly once more. The guards resumed their posts, weapons at hand, their mere presence enough to send chills through anyone who passed.Inside, the red car stopped at the villa's grand entrance. Stepping in was Shadi Ramzi, the hairdresser known for his forced smile and overly polished style, and beside him, Linda Saber, his silent assistant—her face as cold and expressionless as carved
Inside the roomThe room was bathed in trembling shadows cast by a yellow lamp. Masks lay scattered on the table—silent faces watching, witnessing, but saying nothing. Malik stood before them, examining each one with strange precision, as if reading the spirits trapped behind their hollow eyes. He lifted a mask, placed it against his own face, looked in the mirror, then slowly removed it to try on the next… until he stopped at the woman’s mask.With deliberate calm, he approached Magda, lifted the mask, and pressed it gently—then firmly—against her face until it molded to her skin. His voice came low, carrying both persuasion and a strange, dark tenderness:This mask will make you stronger…stronger in ways you cannot undo. There are paths we take from which there is no turning back—but sometimes, we must walk them to the end. Let the fear go. "Let me help you accept who you've become." Magda stood motionless, as if under a silent spell. Her breath quickened, her hands trembled. Around
NightMalik’s car stopped on the street, a few meters from the minister’s villa, enveloped by the shadows of the trees and the heavy night. The dim yellow lights from the streetlights cast broken lines on the ground, their reflections dancing across the car as if watching everyone come and go.Malik sat behind the wheel, wearing a mask of deceit, his eyes scanning every movement, every light, every shadow. Beside him sat Daniel, wearing a mask of happiness, silently observing Malik’s reactions. In the back seat, Dima and Rovan sat behind their prosthetic masks, waiting for instructions, their eyes taking in every small detail with alertness.In front of the villa’s gate, the guards paced back and forth. The bodyguards carried heavy automatic weapons, their arms taut, their eyes sharp, missing nothing. The sound of their footsteps on the pavement echoed like the heartbeat of the night, while the reflections of their flashlights danced off the metal gate, adding to the tension and the s
DaylightThe light filtered weakly through the curtains, as if afraid to touch anything inside.Malik, wearing his Heshmat mask, stood facing the calendar pinned to the living room wall. His gaze was fixed on the page that read, in clear handwriting:Saturday 11/10/2025.Below the date was a small, solemn phrase—almost like a moral reminder etched into his conscience:"It is forbidden to take an innocent human life."Malik stared at the inscription for a long moment. Then, slowly, he reached out and tore the page from the calendar. His hand gripped it until it crumbled, as if crushing the weight of his sins.He took a deep breath, turned away from the wall, and walked to the door.He opened it and stepped out with deliberate resolve. Behind him followed Daniel, wearing a happy mask, then Dima, her face hidden behind the mask of an unknown girl—the one whose image he had ripped from the depths of the internet. Finally came Rovan, her mask resembling another lifeless girl, as if from a
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