Demon House Movie の小説・ストーリー

I carry the tray with tea and fruit to the foot of the bed, and I can already hear the murmur that precedes the storm: Demon, his voice hoarse, claiming that the only sensible option for the afternoon is an action movie, the kind that sounds like it was written by someone with an unhealthy addiction to explosions; and John, lying back with his hair still damp from the bath I forced him to take, insisting that what we need is an animal documentary, narrated by a British voice and backed by calming music, so we can relax. “If I want to relax,” says Demon, stretching an arm toward the remote, “I’m not going to do it by watching a bunch of penguins slip on the ice.” “Funny, I thought you were th

Right as they close the door, an ear-piercing screech sounds above us. “Banshee?” Evander’s brown eyes widen, and he grips my arm. Lucas speeds up onto the porch, fangs bared. “Get her out of here!” I shout to Easton. “Go!” He gets in the Jeep along with two other hunters, leaving Ricky and Tom, the young one, here to fight the demons. They’re well-trained and have high-powered weapons, but they don’t stand a chance against the demons tonight. They’re best bet at survival is staying inside the house, and I know they’ll never agree to it. Maybe Lucas can hold them spellbound again and make them think it’s their idea to say inside and away from the danger.

The detective continued, "And what was he doing here?" Hussein replied immediately, as if he had anticipated the question, "I summoned him… to bless the house… and to expel the demon from it." Detective Muhammad looked directly into Hussein's eyes and said in a shocked tone, "And there are demons in your house?" Hussein swallowed, then said in a near whisper, "Yes… there are." The detective thought for a moment, then said slowly, "How so?" Hussein answered, rubbing his hands together with obvious anxiety,

We grabbed some dinner during our breaks, so all that was left to do when we got here was relax, shower, and sleep. We part ways on the second floor. The house has three floors and a roof, but most of the bedrooms are on the second floor. Not mine though. Mine is on the third floor. I don't mind. If I remember correctly, my room looks out on the ocean. The house is built on a tiny peninsula of land, and the nearest house is about a mile away, great for privacy. And the land is our own. So it works out great. Especially when you're like us. Different. And hated. Can't forget that. Different and hated. Also party animals. We might be like the Addams family actually. Everyone's got it in for us

I stammered, my voice shaky as I tried to change the channel. But before I could, Demon took the remote from my hand. “Why should we change such an interesting movie?” he asked casually. I stared at him in horror. Interesting?! He actually found this interesting? “Watch and learn, Papillon,” he murmured darkly, his voice low enough to send chills crawling down my spine. “You never know when it’ll be our turn.” My heart slammed violently against my ribs. Our turn? Turn for what? What exactly does Demon want to do with me?

I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

The house, which hid further back in the surrounding forest, belonged to one Richard Flint. He was a human who owned the Rusty Spoon, a local bar on the North side of the island. He also happened to be possessed by a demon. Now that we were closer, we could perform a tracking spell to make sure we were hitting the right place. With a little purified water—because demon’s hated the shit—a map, and a pendulum, we could pinpoint the location of any demon nearby. Sure enough, the point of the crystal landed on dear Richard Flint’s house.

If not, why kill and burn his house? The Shape-shifter demon only killed. This was the first time he had burned down a person's house, and it surely could not be without a reason. He was scared of being sought out, but with Darren's help it was only going to take a while before he was sought out — or, should I rather say she, since the hacker happens to be a female. Fuck, I couldn't wait to lay my hands on her, squeezing her neck tightly as she sucked in her last breaths, while I heartlessly strangled the life out her.

There was a noise in the background. "No.... you can't come in....". There was a muffled voice of someone else. "I'm not hiding alcohol in my room, you dummy get out", she says to the mystery person and then I hear her door slam and her she turns the lock. "Sorry about that, that was my cousin. As I was saying. Won't you like to get a subpoena to talk about what you saw?" I heave a sigh. "I'm just scared, I'll break down and cry"

The mother of the house gets possessed and kills the father by burning them. Joonjae's case was similar but was it the same demon? He must find out. He checked the date on the video. It happened a little over a week ago, so it was a fairly recent occurrence. Watching the video would make anyone queasy but for joonjae who has seen worse things, it was nothing. It simply brought back the memories of how his own mother became possessed and murder his father before killing herself. Joonjae was left alone inside the burning house. If it was not for Chaerin and her grandmother's timely arrival, he would not have survived.