Novel & Cerita American Horror Stories Maid

“But I’m not the one who will decide what happens to you. Aurora will.” The maid’s eyes widened in shock as she dared to lift her head. She could barely breathe as she turned her gaze to Aurora. The woman stood there, her expression unreadable. For a moment, there was only silence. The maid’s heart raced in her chest, the fear almost unbearable. Aurora’s eyes met hers, and for a moment, the maid thought she saw a flicker of something—something soft, something like pity. But then it was gone, replaced by the cold, hard glare that had become all too familiar.

He pushed open the door and jump on me on the bed gigling. "Morning, Maa," he said cheerfully. "Good morning, sweetheart," I replied, hugging him close. "Did you sleep well?" He nodded, his eyes shining with happiness. “Did you miss me in your new room?” “No,” August answered shaking his head. Well that’s not very nice. "Yes, Aunt Cook made us pancakes." I smiled. Even I did not know the name of the cook or any of the workers in this place. I made a mental note to learn their names as soon as I could. "That sounds nice. Did you save any for me?"

"Sorry ma'am, I can't do that, this room does not only belong to the master but his fiance equally sleeps here, I'm not permitted to..... "Open the damn door if you still want your job here" Naomi threatened while the maid hesitated for a while before deciding to open the door. Naomi's lips curved in a smirk as she stared at the room, it was quite beautiful and worthy of sleeping. "Who brought in this trash?" Naomi asked as she pushed Caira's luggages which was now in the room. "Madam Caroline asked me to bring them in" the maid replied "Henceforth, this is where I'll be sleeping, you can throw this rags away" Naomi said but the maid still stood immovable.

I said. "Have you ever watched one?" He asked, and I fell silent. "Back at Lorrie's house. They had something called the maid quarters, although I had my personal room. In the maid quarters, there was a little TV that the maids all loved. "Whenever I went down there to help someone with one thing or the other, I'd always hear the sounds of the TV playing a movie. Most of the time, those movies were romantic ones, but a few times, they were horror, and it was mostly a haunted mansion as the focus. Also, I always heard the maids talking about it too." I explained and he nodded slowly.

Bright long hair and light brown eyes came into view the instant I turned around. Eyes squinting at me, Savannah peered on at my figure, pushing closer to face. "You look really familiar" She spoke. I forced a smile on my lips at once, trying to walk away, but her words stopped me at once. "I've seen you before" I heard her say, and just then her eyes widened. "Yes" She exclaimed. "You're the maid from Cameron's house" "what are you doing here?" She questioned, grinning from cheek to cheek.

Would I be able to handle my responsibilities? The next morning, I woke up early to prepare myself for my first day at work. I turned around to see a woman standing there, her eyes filled with curiosity. She had a stern expression on her face, but there was a hint of kindness in her eyes. "I'm Ley, the new maid," I replied with a smile, trying to hide my nervousness. The woman looked me up and down, assessing me. "Well, Ley, you better be prepared. This mansion is not for the faint-hearted. Many maids have come and gone, unable to handle the demands of this place."

She just added to the horror in my head, they all blended together now, like the worst parts of a dream you can’t wake up from. I stood there, silent, until I heard someone approaching. Soft footsteps. A maid. She was small, barely older than me. Her arms were full of neatly folded linens, and her head stayed down like it was trained that way. She would’ve passed right by me if I hadn’t spoken. “Wait.”

The slap cracked across my face like a whip before I could finish speaking. Pain exploded across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood where I'd bitten my tongue. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked down, screaming at me to retaliate, to show this woman exactly what happened when you put your hands on a princess of the Bloodmoon Kingdom. But I wasn't a princess anymore. I was a maid. And maids didn't fight back. "Watch where you're going," she snapped, "You just arrived and you're already being clumsy. Perhaps you'd like to lose your job on your first day?"

“I don’t think they’d find you. Or worse…they would.” Carrie snorted softly. “You’re being dramatic.” “I am not,” Shawn said. “I’ve seen horror movies that start exactly like this. Beautiful house. Polite staff. Suddenly…. boom… disappearance.” Before I could answer, a line of maids came in quietly, each holding silver trays with covered lids. They moved together smoothly, setting dishes on the table with calm efficiency. One maid stepped forward and bowed slightly. “Good morning, Miss Delia.” “Good morning,” I replied automatically, still a little stunned by everything.

"I'm sorry. I put in salt instead of sugar again. Scold me, okay? We'll go to New Jork to custom order a wedding dress and I'll buy you the biggest diamond ring..." He talked to himself, sometimes laughing softly, sometimes begging in a low voice, like a man losing his mind. Until lightning tore across the night sky, followed by torrential rain. Matteo immediately snapped awake and instinctively looked toward the corner of the couch. "Gigi's afraid of thunder..." On every stormy night in the past, Gianna would turn pale with fear. She had to burrow into his arms and have him cover her ears before she could sleep. If he did not hold her, she would toss and turn, trembling all night.