Cursed Bedroom Novels & Stories

Morning Next day 7:00 am …. I lay curled up in my bed, staring at the ceiling all through the night. Sleeping was impossible. I couldn’t even bring myself to close my eye talk more of sleeping. Every time I closed my eyes, horrifying images flashed through my mind, memories I couldn’t escape. The realization that my mom was gone, that I would never see her or share this house with her again, was unbearable.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

"Haha, ya, you just never make it there." "True, the couch always calls to me." I get up and go into the spare room to get dressed. I walk into a big room with large windows and deep red linens and curtains. I see the suit and shoes on the vanity. There is a painting of a white and back wolf on the wall it's howling at the moon. I am mesmerized by the detail. I turn away and go to grab my shirt when I notice a picture of Link, a guy with raven black hair and blue eyes and the girl. The girl I have been dreaming about. I grab the picture, and it's like I am sucked into a memory of her. All in leather and a sword, she is fighting, but who or what, it's all a blur. "Link! Who is this??"

She opened it to reveal the grandest room I had ever seen. The walls were made of marble with intricate flower designs while the floor was a beautiful granite pattern that matched the walls. The candelabra in the center of the room illuminated the place and the room was filled with various luxurious items. A huge king sized bed stood at the far end of the room and a large solid wood armoire stood at a corner. Gold coloured curtains were draped over the windows and a few other fancy furniture littered the room. I also noticed a door at the right end of the room, leading to only Selene knows where.

"You're nothing but a homewrecker. What right do you have to guide someone else's child? You've raised a liar yourself!" "Hey!" Mandy, stung by my words, became enraged. She leaned in close, whispering venomously, "You're so tough now, but I wonder if you were this tough when you heard about Heidi's death?" Before she could say more, I slapped her hard in the face. The sharp sound echoed through the quiet living room. I realized it was Mandy; it had to be her. I should have known all along that Heidi's tragedy was connected to this vicious woman.

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

Selena didn’t know how long it had been since Theo, with all the grace of a gremlin godparent, grabbed her by the arm and hurled her face-first through a magical door like he was tossing a sack of mildly cursed potatoes. Now here she was—cheek smushed against the dusty, mossy floor of what looked like a half-abandoned temple from a low-budget horror film. Her dignity had clearly been left behind somewhere between the ER and whatever cursed GPS coordinates this shrine belonged to.

Thoughts were sweet but their own false hope still residing turning down the sweetness earlier Everyone knew, the curse wasn't healed? Why no one knew? The words spread , luna being impure creating the remorse in the members . But who would dare to speak it loud .Moreover , the clossness of Richard and Eliss happened to be oil in fire . Richard, whose name was forbidden was roaming in the palace in bright light, laughing and enjoying as if the shadows of past never lingered in the hall of palace . Stunned the very soul in the palace who knew, who he was.

I nodded, put the card in my pocket and walked behind the stretchers back across the hall to Elky’s bedroom and went into it. The bedroom smelled like heat, blood, and chain smoker. The kind of room where men came to recover from war—or to consider starting one. Green velvet curtains hung like they’d witnessed sins too brutal for confession, and the bed creaked under the weight of a man who had more enemies than friends and both lot wanted him bleed.