All Chapters of House of Horrors Part 1 : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Dima raised her glass and glanced sideways at him.Dima (sarcastically): Looks like a good electrician.Malik's lips curled into a cold smile.Malik: I guess so.The living room suddenly lit up. The electrician sighed with relief, then gestured toward Nasser and Nour's bedroom door.Electrician: I'll need to go in there.Malik's response was flat and indifferent.Malik: Go ahead.But before he could move, Dima shot forward, her voice sharp, cutting through the air.Dima: No... Stop!She slid past the bar, her eyes gleaming with a sinister spark, her voice dropping to a low, poisonous whisper.Dima: Come with me.She walked ahead of him, each step measured, tolling like a funeral bell, until she reached the bedroom door. She paused, then slowly opened it. A wave of oppressive darkness rolled in—denseer and darker than in any other room. The electrician hesitated, standing in the threshold. Dima entered alone, hunched over the floor, wiping the cold iron rod stained with memories of blo

The Hunt for Malik and DimaIn front of Dima's apartment, a heavy silence hung, like a black curtain suffocating the corridor. The wall lamps flickered with a fading, dying glow, and the air, thick with the scent of dust and age, made any stranger feel as though they were standing on the threshold of a secret meant to remain hidden.Detective Mohammed stood beside journalist Susan, his eyes fixed on the closed door. He had reached outside, pressed the doorbell, and a short sound echoed deep within the apartment... then faded away without an answer. Nothing intriguing—no creak of hinges, no footsteps behind the walls.Mohammed turned to Susan, his gaze a mixture of caution and unsettling certainty:Detective Mohammed (in a low, steady voice): Malik and Dima have left this place... I'm sure they knew we were coming.Susan raised her eyebrows, her tone tinged with doubt:Susan (defiantly): You speak as if you're certain they were here. Mohammed allowed a brief, almost ghostly smile to cr

The car carrying journalist Susan and investigator Mohamed pulled up to the gate of the towering building. Night had already swallowed the street, leaving only a stifling silence broken only by the dull hum of the engine.They stepped out with hesitant steps, exchanging a brief, uneasy glance before making their way to the entrance. The air felt heavy, as if the building's walls themselves concealed secrets, pressing down on anyone who dared enter.Mohamed pushed open the iron gate, and together they stepped into the dimly lit lobby. Their footsteps echoed through the hollow space, watched by unseen eyes lurking in the shadows.They moved directly toward the elevator. Mohamed reached for the button and pressed it; the small red light flickered to life, glowing faintly like a heartbeat in the darkness, a premonition of foreboding. Then, suddenly, the silence shattered… The door to the security room burst open, and three men emerged quickly. Mina led the way, closely followed by Ashraf

Dima gripped the iron bar tightly and swung it relentlessly against Dr. Ziad's head, each blow obliterating what little remained of his features. His nose was smashed under the blows, his eyes filled with blood, his skull collapsed, and nothing remained recognizable—every trace of his face was erased, as if life itself had fled from him.Malik stood beside her, his voice calm but strained:Malik: That's not enough... They can still identify him by his clothes or any scars on his body... on his feet, or under his armpits... any mark.Dima's eyes flashed with determination as she whispered:Dima: True... but what do we do now?Malik smiled with sinister cunning:Malik: We can tear their bodies into tiny pieces, like chunks of meat, put them in bags, and dump them in a garbage heap... The stray dogs and cats will take care of them... and that's the end of it. Dima nodded, a cold smile curling her lips."Good idea... It worked before. I heard someone did it to her husband after he cheated

The car rolled to a slow stop in front of the villa, swallowed by the night's silence. The house loomed in the darkness, a silent mass that seemed to watch every movement. Malik and Dima stepped out, their footsteps heavy, the sound of their shoes scattering across the damp garden soil like broken whispers from another world.They walked toward the front door. The air was still, but strangely heavy, as if something unseen was watching them from the shadows of the trees. Malik reached for the iron handle, and as he pulled the door open, a long creak tore through the silence, announcing their arrival. A faint scent of damp wood and old dust drifted in, as if the house had been abandoned for years, even though it was clearly inhabited.They stepped into the hallway. A flickering light filtered from a single lamp in the empty living room. The place felt desolate, as if everyone inside had not only slept—had left life itself. The furniture stood frozen like statues, and shadows stretched a