Demon House Movie Novels & Stories

He frowned and asked, "Is that the Night Demon?" "Shush." The owner of the house gestured to Wilbur to hush. He got close to Wilbur and whispered in his ear, "That's right, it's the Night Demon. Don't speak. We'll all die if the Night Demon finds us." Then, the owner of the house looked through the door gap. He jolted backward when he glanced. He quickly backed away and said, "The… Night Demon." Bam! The front door was shattered with a loud crash, and pieces of wood scattered everywhere. The bat creature stood in the doorway, its massive form suddenly appearing before the owner who stumbled back in fear and collapsed to the ground.

Trish snapped, eyes locking on the mirror. It was breathing again—its surface flexing like lungs beneath glass. “You’ve never fought a full-fledged demon before, have you?” she said. “This isn’t like the movies. This isn’t Supernatural. This is real. All of it.” Scott clenched his jaw. “No, duh,” he barked, sarcasm heavy. But even he could feel the air thickening. Wrong. Off. Like the house was watching them. Suddenly, demonic laughter echoed from the upstairs balcony.

“Quick! Cover that thing up and don’t let anyone else touch it! “Security! Detain those two people! No one is allowed to leave!” Ben was decisive and immediately instructed the security guards to take action. Mary realized she could not leave, so she sat on the floor and started to make a scene. “Help! The security guards are hitting us! “Is this a lawless land? How can you bully a poor pair of mother and son? “My husband is Greg Smith! Touch me and see what will happen to you! “When he’s here, he’ll tear this cinema apart!” Greg Smith? Once Ben heard the name, his expression changed.

Finally bold enough, I asked, "Could you check?" The demon even jerked his head, then laughed. Have you ever heard a demon's laughter? Do you think it's scary? It's no scarier than a storm, or lighting, or a hurricane. It sounds wild, and furious, and mad, and fiery, yet oh so beautiful. The room suddenly became chilly. Smoke swirled in the corners of the pentagram, and Martha grew even paler. She was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold the demon back-or that I wouldn't be able to hold myself back from stepping toward him. I wasn't going to do that, however. I knew all too well you weren't supposed to trust demons.

He also seemed to have lost his glasses, and was squinting at the both of them. "I accidentally let a demon into the house." He said by way of explanation, shrugging. "A Shapeshifter." "How? How did that happen?" Maddie asked, reaching out to turn her father's face this way and that, scrutinizing the poisonous-looking scratches. Ayesha walked past them and crouched before the smoldering carpet, examining it.