Semua Bab House of Horrors Part 1 : Bab 91 - Bab 100

From the Ministry of Interior, where the towering building stands in the heart of Cairo, a massive concrete block with a gray facade covered in dark windows, like closed eyes unwilling to see. Its height dominates the surrounding street, as if its dark walls suffocate everything around it. A tall iron fence surrounds the building on all sides, topped with barbed wire gleaming under the glare of white spotlights that never seem to float, night or day. At the main gate stand small watchtowers, housing security personnel who watch everyone in and out with an unforgiving eye. The road leading to the gate is carefully paved, yet the weight of the soldiers stationed on either side, rifles slung over their shoulders, transforms crossing it into a silent ritual of terror. Every approaching car is thoroughly inspected, every ID is checked, and the metal gate opens only slowly, as if it were thinking twice before allowing anyone in. From a distance, the building resembles a modern fortress, dev

As Amal sat in her car, driving back to Hussein's villa, grief seemed to weigh heavily on her. The road ahead was dark and desolate, the dim streetlights dancing on the car windows like ghosts of the past—memories that hadn't yet settled, traumas whose doors hadn't yet closed. Her fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, each touch a desperate attempt to cling to a fragment of her shattered self.Outside the villa, the truck driver parked the stolen car in front of his house, a malevolence blazing in his eyes like an unquenchable flame. He wasn't just an angry man; he was a volcano lurking around everything, a dark force coursing through his veins, accumulated over years of relentless malice and nihilism. Every move he made was calculated, every breath a threat, as if the world no longer deserved to exist except as a backdrop to his ingrained rage.Inside the villa, Hussein and Sophia sat silently on the sofa, the tension filling the room louder than any sound. Hussein's eyes were

In another room of the legendary palace, Susan lay on a bed similar to that of Detective Muhammad. Everything in the room whispered that this place did not belong to their world—the ornate furniture, the carved walls, the scent of antiquity, and the eerie stillness that hung in the air like the calm before a storm.The wide bed was covered in heavy, faded crimson fabrics. Beside it, an oil lamp flickered softly, its light casting slow-moving shadows on the walls—shadows that seemed like lost souls trying to speak.Susan stared at the high ceiling, studying the strange inscriptions whose meanings she could not decipher. Her eyes shone with silent confusion. Thoughts leaped through her mind in restless waves—perhaps she was thinking of Azarukh, that mysterious, wise, ancient being of whom the Sun of Ages spoke. And she wondered: When would he return from that war the Sheikh claimed was raging in the realms of the jinn?Days passed… or perhaps weeks—she no longer knew. Time in this palac

Malik and Dima emerged from the mask shop, each carrying a bag containing masks that mirrored their own features. The sounds of the street faded behind them as they approached the car, with Daniel behind the wheel and Rovan beside him. Malik and Dima settled into the back seat, ready for the next stage of their plan.The car moved slowly away from the mask shop, gliding through the dark sidewalks and twinkling lights of the city streets. After a short drive, it stopped in front of a luxurious hotel, its illuminated sign glowing brightly in the night: **"Hotel Stars."** Dima pulled a mask shaped like Rovan's face from the bag, while Malik donned Daniel's mask. They stepped out of the car with measured steps and entered the hotel. At the reception desk, the clerk greeted them with a polite, reserved smile. Malik spoke quietly: "I'd like to book a room."The clerk replied: "Rooms 16, 17, and 18 are available."Malik responded firmly: "Room 16."The clerk smiled and said: "It will be your

The Dark RoomThe room was plunged into total darkness, broken only by a faint yellow light hanging from a bare bulb in the ceiling, swaying gently as if breathing alongside the anxious atmosphere. The flickering light cast dancing shadows on the bare walls, moving with every rustle in the air, as if the room itself were alive, watching and breathing beside it.In the middle of the empty space, Malik and Dima sat helplessly on two adjacent chairs. Malik's body was rigid, his right hand clutching Dima's left, their wrists tightly bound by metal handcuffs. Every slight movement emitted a dull metallic squeal, a constant reminder of their powerlessness.Their faces were covered by thick black masks, allowing them to see nothing but pure darkness. In this oppressive void, the only sound was the rapid beating of their hearts, echoing as if the floor itself were watching them. Dima felt a shiver run through her body as she struggled to control her breathing, while Malik slowly shifted his s