All Chapters of House of Horrors Part 1 : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

From the shadows emerged a gleaming, sharp sword, as if forged from the darkness itself, crafted specifically for this moment. Hussein grasped it, raised it high, and then brought it down in a decisive arc against Sayed's throat. The blow was brutal and final. Blood erupted in a violent spray, splattering onto his clothes, soaking the sofa, and coloring the scene a deep crimson. Sayed's body twitched, convulsed once, then relaxed.Hussein did not twitch. He remained seated over the body, completely still. His face was a mask of silence, devoid of any pity, as if the killing were not a crime but a ritual—something he had done before, something he had practiced countless times. Slowly, almost deliberately, Hussein lifted Sayed and seated him on the sofa, his head slumped forward on his chest in deathly surrender.With steady, quiet steps, he began to move toward the villa. Behind him, Sayed's lifeless body lay on the sofa, enveloped in the silence of death, while Hussein advanced with t

"I have to leave the office—the information is all jumbled up."The prosecutor stood in front of the prosecutor's office building, then got into his car and drove off.Meanwhile, Susan was sipping her coffee, her eyes glued to her laptop screen as she typed intently. Suddenly, she slammed the laptop shut and jumped. Her coffee cup fell to the floor. Without hesitation, she grabbed her purse, phone, and keys, and rushed to the apartment door. She opened it, stepped out, and closed it behind her.At the same time, the prosecutor parked his car in front of the tower and headed toward the security room.Prosecutor: I'm the prosecutor.Mina stood up from behind his desk.Mina: I know you, sir... I was here about the girl who was killed in the street.Prosecutor: Okay. What's your name?Mina: I'm Mina.Prosecutor: And what's on this computer? Pornography?Mina: Of course not, sir. These are security recordings of the entire tower.Prosecutor: Okay. Are there cameras filming the tower from t

Detective Mohamed at Night: Moving from one office room to another, searching through files and archives, tireless in his quest.In the dead of night, as silence enveloped the world, the detective sat in his private office. A faint glow from a small lamp flickered above him, casting long, indistinct shadows on the shelves crammed with old books and files. Before him, the cold light of a computer screen flickered, while old papers lay scattered on the wooden desk beside him.He rose slowly, reached for the light switch, and with a gentle tap, the room was filled with a soft light, revealing a thin layer of dust clinging to the furniture. He took out three files, carried them to his desk, and carefully placed them before him.File One: Sealed in bold, "Nasser's Case."File Two: "Nabil's Case."File Three: "Mira's Case." Leaning back in his worn leather chair, he opened them one by one, reading them deliberately slowly, as if each line held a hidden code waiting to be deciphered. His fin

A profound morning silence pervades the villa, bathed in sunlight filtering through the high window curtains. The marble floor gleams like a mirror, reflecting the shadow of the wide wooden banister that stretches from the upper floor to the reception hall.From the top of the stairs, Hussein appears, descending with steady, deliberate steps. He wears a crisp white shirt, its sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hand rolls along the banister as if testing its strength. He breathes calmly, yet beneath his composed demeanor lies a hint of anxiety.At the bottom of the stairs, Miranda stands in the living room. Her lithe body leans slightly forward as she wipes the surface of a wide wooden table with a dark cloth. Her movements are precise and repetitive, as if she is repeating the same action dozens of times to avoid getting lost in deeper thoughts. Her hair is tied back carelessly, a few stray strands falling across her forehead. She raises her head abruptly at the sound of Hussein's f

Minutes later, she turned abruptly to the tap and turned off the water completely. She hurried back to the guard's room. She bent down to gather the scattered remains of the cassette player on the floor—metal and plastic shards that resembled the remains of a dead body. Her fingers trembled as she picked up each piece, both hasty and nervous. Without hesitation, she approached the narrow window and flung the debris outside. The shattered pieces landed by the great gate, scattered like exposed secrets, and settled on the threshold where passersby trod.She stopped, breathing heavily, then slowly raised her head. Her eyes swept across the garden, fixed on the dark hole that marred the lush green lawn—the grave where the body of Sid, the doorman, now lay beneath the earth. Miranda's gaze froze, her chest rising and falling erratically. At the edge of the grave, sunlight glinted off the cold steel of the axe and shovel, abandoned as if they had never left the scene of the crime.Step by s