Semua Bab House of Horrors Part 1 : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Summoning HellThe black stone walls of the roofless room trembled as if breathing with the flames that leaped from the vast pit at its center.The tall Sheikh Shams al-Duhur stood in his heavy robes, his eyes glowing like twin embers in gloom. He extended one arm forward, then raised it high, and the ground trembled beneath their feet.In an instant, Detective Muhammad and journalist Susan felt an unseen force seize them.It was as if a magnetic field had taken hold of their bones, lifting them half a step off the ground before locking their bodies in place.They gasped, but their voices were swallowed up by the roar of the flames. Helpless, they stared at the Sheikh, who now seemed larger than life, a towering figure of ancient power.Shams al-Duhur raised his head toward the starless sky, his voice rolling across the room like iron striking stone:> Shams al-Duhur: The Lake of Blood lies beneath the deserted City of Blood.It was time to burn them—every soul that had tainted this l

The night pressed down on the country road like a suffocating nightmare, broken only by the roar of an engine straining at full speed.A massive truck tore through the darkness like a bloodthirsty metallic beast, swerving across the asphalt in a drunken fury.Behind the wheel sat the driver, bloodshot eyes from the liquor, his foot pounding the accelerator as if he meant to tear the earth apart.From the truck's side window, Malik's shadow slipped inside—a black thread that coiled like a snake before plunging into the driver's body in one violent thrust.His limbs shook as if possessed by a demonic force. A harsh, gruff voice burst from his throat:"Damn it, I need another drink. That damned family set me on fire!"He yanked out the glove compartment, pulled out a bottle of liquor, and downed long, simmering gulps until the glass glinted in the darkness, then carelessly tossed it aside. In the future, a flatbed truck appeared from a side road, packed with over thirty workers wielding

A heavy night pressed down on Nasser Tower like an endless nightmare. The smooth concrete walls seemed to absorb the light, trapping the breath of anyone who dared to inhabit them. Inside Dr. Ziad's apartment, where Malik and Dima had hidden away, the silence stretched thick and suffocating, tainted with a mixture of sweat and fear. Only their labored breathing disturbed the gloom. They were lost in a moment of defiant lust, hungry kisses and frantic caresses wrapping their bodies together as if forgetting the horrors lurking beyond those walls.Then came—a sudden, piercing scream from the neighboring apartment, a sound so sharp it felt as if it could split the concrete itself.It was Tariq.He wasn't just screaming; he was screaming, an animalistic roar scraped by madness. The sound rose in frantic waves, hoarse and rough, like someone locked in a fight with an unseen enemy.Dima froze where she stood, her eyes wide with horror. Her voice trembled as she whispered,“Listen to Tariq…

A heavy silence settled in the corridor, as if time itself had slowed down to watch what was about to unfold. Malik's heart pounded like a war drum; with iron hands, Rovan seized her, dragging her almost to his side, and with a swift turn, he had her behind him. Before she could register what was happening, he twisted a cold metal cord around her neck—wire braided into a deadly rope—and tightened it as if tying a brittle twig to a dead tree.Daniel emerged from his room with heavy, faltering steps, a pistol gleaming in his hand under the dim light of the lamp. He raised her with trembling hands toward Malik, his lips quivering as he choked: "Let her go! Or I'll empty this into your head!" Malik gave him a brief, unsmiling smile, but he didn't release Rovan. With his other hand, he adjusted the cord with cold, hard calm, leaving a small gap in the loop so her chest could breathe—a tiny opening that kept the rhythm of her pulse visible, her last breaths of life on screen. Then he whispe

The silence in the apartment was thick and terrifying, hovering around every corner and pressing down on anyone who stood in its shadow. Malik advanced with quiet steps, yet each one carried weight and authority. He approached Daniel and Rovan, who lay on the floor, their bellies pressed against the carpet, facing almost merging with the tangled fibers under the weight of fear. Malik stood over them, his voice low but cutting through the silence like a knife:"I wanted to put police handcuffs on us..." His lips curled into a merciless smile, then he firmly grasped Daniel, lifting his trembling body toward the wooden chair in the corner and seating him as if he were nothing more than a puppet without will. Malik didn't pause; he headed straight for one of the rooms, leaving Dima standing, her gun pressed hard against Daniel's head, her eyes flashing with fear and apprehension, his body shivering in the cold that filled the living room.Rovan remained on the floor, her face pressed agai