Cursed Bedroom Novels & Stories

"Come with me." He didn't wait. He turned and walked toward the hallway that led to his private room…… the part of the mansion that I never knew existed. I followed him, my legs feeling like jelly. Every step felt like a march toward a beautiful, terrifying execution. I wanted this. I wanted him to erase Darren. I wanted him to burn away every single trace of anyone else with his own fire. He pushed open the double iron door to the bedroom. A Red Room!!! The air inside was different, cooler, smelling of expensive cedar and sin. There were all kinds of sex toys and BDSM equipment.

“And. . .you think danger could come to your cabins, even with the illusions?” “If the witch is powerful enough, she can push through it. And the witches I battled today were strong.” Breathe in. 1-2-3. Breathe out. 1-2-3. Camille walked over to the other bedroom, opened the door, and entered. The second bedroom had a full bed with a smaller flat screen tv on the wall. “This bedroom has shared access to the bathroom over here.” He pointed to the door near the closet. She went over and checked it out.

“M-My lady, are you sure that what happened to your room was not on purpose?” Gukasho, who was munching the salmon sandwich tiptoed and leaned towards her. He covered his mouth that doubled the size of his fist-like eyes and whispered towards Maleficent, who was fidgeting while watching her father walked around the room. Debris was scattered on the tiled floor. The crumpled furniture laid like broken toys smashed by a child’s tantrum. The wallpapers were torn as if a werewolf visited her overnight – though she did not know if werewolves existed in the Ambivalent Dormitory.

Blackwell. I pulled back. It was my name. But it was older than I was. Etched in a trembling, primitive hand. Someone like me. Someone who loved, and failed. Someone who had slept here before and never left. --- I couldn’t allow this bed to exist any longer. If the curse lived here—fed here—it had to be destroyed. I grabbed a hammer from the hearth. Raised it above the frame. And struck. The wood cracked—but only slightly. It resisted me like bone.

The master bedroom was not a place of comfort; it was a monument to Arthur Sterling’s ego. The walls were draped in heavy, dark crimson silk that looked like dried blood in the dim light of the flickering candles. The furniture was made of ancient, blackened oak, carved with sharp edges that seemed designed to bruise. But it was the bed that drew Mary’s eyes—a massive, elevated platform with four thick posts and velvet curtains that could be pulled shut to swallow whoever lay within.

We can't play dress up anymore and we can't cuddle anymore. I reached his bedroom, well, our bedroom and opened the door, stepping into the all red bedroom. The room was a stark contrast to the rest of the house where everything was a neutral white with black design pieces to make the home appear more modern. Oden and I's bedroom was one of the bigger bedrooms, but it didn't feel that way because of the dark red on the walls. The walls were painted in a deep dark red that gave off an eerie feel, his round platform bed sat in the centre of the room and the sheets as well, were a dark red silk. The floor was the only thing that wasn't red, because it was black marble and cold. That's why Oden

At the hands that had just touched a man who immediately died. "I don't know what happened," I whispered. "I swear I don't know." "Then we'll figure it out together," Soren said. "Starting tomorrow." "Tomorrow?" I asked. "Yes, tomorrow.” Dante said. "Tonight, you sleep alone," "Far away from everyone else." "In case the curse works through proximity," Soren added. "Tomorrow we start testing, and we keep testing until we understand exactly what you are." The way he said 'what you are' instead of 'who you are' made my blood run cold.

He looked a little disheveled. After almost crashing his way through the apartment door, Evan shouted for Carmen. Tracking where she was based on her cries, he rushed into the bathroom. Inside the steamy bathroom, Carmen was sitting on the vanity with nothing but a towel around her. When she saw Evan, she cried out with a pout, "There's a rat, darling…" Exhaling in relief, Evan walked up to Carmen and put his arms around her waist before kissing her on the shoulder. There was a faint hickey there. I saw Evan making it with my own eyes last night.