Lahat ng Kabanata ng House of Horrors Part 1 : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

dajir: Now your blood is mixed with the blood of the jinn, Malik. You can summon us if you need to at any time, and your life will be extended indefinitely. We will make you happy forever, like the jinn, and provide you with the means of happiness. We will prevent you from the worries that sadden you, and we will make killing easy for you and readily available. The three, Zafir, Nafir, and dajir, disappear from Malik's sight. After the jinn disappeared, Malik appeared confused and anxious, and panic still gripped him until his body broke out in a sweat. Then, he closed his eyes and fell asleep. Malik woke up the next day to the sound of his phone ringing. He reached, half-open, for the bedside table, picked up the phone, and put it to his ear. Dima's voice came through. Dima: Where are you, Malik? Malik: I was sleeping. Dima: I'm feeling a bit down and want to go out. Malik: Okay, I'll wake up and come down. A few minutes later, Malik was sitting behind the wheel outs

Malik approaches Mira and puts his hands around her waist. The electricity comes back on, and the living room lights up again. Mira: The light's back on, and the glass's empty. Aren't you going to fill it for me?Malik smiles, saying: Of course.Mira pulls Malik's hands off her waist, saying: No, you stay here and get your glass. Mira takes the glasses in her hands and goes to the kitchen, swaying seductively from side to side. She enters the kitchen, stands in front of the bar, picks up the bottle, and fills the first glass. Malik enters the kitchen to find Mira.He takes a knife from one of the drawers and suddenly stabs Mira in the neck. Mira falls to the ground. He continues stabbing her in different parts of her body. Blood spurts out onto the kitchen floor. Malik grabs her by her long hair and pulls her after him toward the bathroom.He opens the bathroom door and enters, pulling her in. Blood trails behind him. He bends down, picks her up, and places her in the bathtub. Her ent

-Sayed the Doorman on a Different NightHussein's large villa was completely silent at night, quiet except for the faint trembling of shadows on the walls, as if all its sounds had vanished, leaving behind a mysterious emptiness that filled the place.Sitting before the villa's gate, with his imposing presence reflecting years of experience and wisdom, Sayed the doorman smiled gently, his eyes wandering towards the sprawling garden, as if capturing every movement and every breeze that passed among the trees.After a moment of silence, he decided to move and began to walk slowly through the garden. His quiet steps harmonized with the stillness of the night, each step revealing details of the place: majestic trees whispering with their leaves, flowers blooming in the darkness, shadows dancing along the stone paths—everything was enveloped in an atmosphere of mystery and tranquility, as if the garden itself had welcomed him as part of its ancient secret.He strolled through the villa's g

"This wasn't me, it was the darkness I cast inside." Dima headed towards the bathroom, filled with terror as if something were watching her from the shadows, yet her steps were steady and confident. She opened the door hesitantly and entered, carrying Mira. Her heart pounded as she walked towards the balcony overlooking the dark street. As she did so, she released Mira's body, which fell into the middle of the street, where darkness and shadows enveloped everything. The atmosphere in the living room grew heavier, shadows dancing on the walls while dim lights flickered on Malik's face. Dima went back inside and stood before Malik, her eyes glowing with both fear and anger. A heavy silence fell over the room, as if the night itself held its breath, watching them in terrifying silence. Amidst the pervasive terror, Dima looked at Malik's lips and embraced him passionately, and they entered into a complete love affair.We are still watching you in silence.Sophia walked slowly down the vil

Meanwhile, lost in her hidden inner world, Sophia was wandering in a nightmare. The dream had seized her violently, dragging her to a scene both familiar and strange: the vast courtyard of her old university, a place she hadn't visited in years.But the courtyard wasn't empty; it was teeming with faces—faces she knew all too well. They were the faces of her former friends, the girls she had smiled at, laughed with, and secretly despised.The dream wasn't an innocent memory, but a summoning of deep-seated hatred.She found herself holding a sharp knife. Its blade gleamed with an eerie light, and her grip was unnaturally tight. The veins throbbed along her wrists, and her knuckles turned white with intensity. The Sophia holding that knife was not the delicate, fragile Sophia the world had known. Her eyes burned with a thirst for blood.Three girls stood before her. Their faces bore the same expressions that had haunted her in lectures: mocking, contemptuous, and cruel. The air hung heav