Dollhouse Murders Novels & Stories

This time Daksh said pouting," Mamma, hi es net a bed min. Hi sied thet hi lubs us. Hi gev me toklates. ( Mamma, he is not a bad man. He said that he loves us. He gave me chocolates). Devika replied sternly," Never take anything from that scary man. If he again comes then don't even open the door. Understood?" They all nodded their head hearing their mother. Devika doesn't want any of her kid to be close with Abhinav. She wants them only for herself. Daksh is changing the channels on the TV when Devika heard a news. The reporter is saying," Today at city gate police have found a dead body of a woman which was in very bad condition. Someone had brutally killed the woman and hanged her on the

Her hands tightened around the case files, the paper crumpling beneath her grip. Was Damian Voss a suspect? Or was he something worse? Evelyn leaned back in her chair, rubbing her head, the weight of the evidence pressing down on her. It wasn’t enough to make an arrest, but it all pointed in one direction—Damian Voss. Billionaire. Businessman. Untouchable. And somehow, connected to these murders. Her thoughts were interrupted by a noise—something shifting outside her window. Evelyn tensed, reaching for her gun. She lived on the fourth floor. No one should be out there.

He smiled sadly. "Alas, I'm not sure." he answered. "For as long as I've remembered, all of us have been bound to this house. Even Emile and Basil." "So that explains why Emile just pops in and out." she said. "How... did he die?" "It was...rather gruesome, but you'll have to find out for yourself." Lucas answered. "It's vital you discover it. Telling you wouldn't exactly solve our problems." She remembered the old journal she picked up from Dorothy's room and showed it to him. "You know what this is?"

The screen was lit, a news alert taking up most of it. 'Wife killed in suburban murder case. Husband stabbed her to death after she refused intimacy during pregnancy.' The bedroom door opened with a click. Julian stepped in, wearing that same smile I was tired of seeing. "Honey, I want you tonight."

A number of the police officers and crime scene investigators met our eyes, nodding and looking solemn, as we passed through the lobby. “H.H. Holmes was a serial killer in the late nineteenth century,” I explained as we made our way into an elevator. “His body count isn’t really known, but he killed a lot and set himself up in what was called ‘murder castle’ in Chicago with secret hallways and trap doors so he could kill people in elaborate ways.” “Sounds horrific.” “Some of it may be more sensationalism than history, but even only what they could confirmed is terrifying. I never thought I’d get caught up in something like it.”

"As long as we kill all of them, we'll be able to escape this damn place!" Curiously, they asked, "You don't have any weapons… how did you kill those birds? Do you have any secrets?" My heart stuttered for a moment. Were they going to find out about my secret? As they continued closing in on me, I pretended to be frightened and slowly backed away. "T-There was a water gun in my room, and I remembered a legend I read somewhere about a drowning seabird, so I brought it onto the watchtower with me…" Anna pouted in disappointment. "Tch, what a lucky break. I thought we'd finally be able to get rid of this dead weight!"

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.

Harrison started. Robert Thornton killed Daniel Kesser. He framed my husband. He has been erasing people who know too much. Marcus Chen is dead. Harrison's office was broken into last night. And somebody sent a picture of my car to my phone at midnight. So I am not going to talk carefully around this. Not today." Pierce looked at her and said “Do you know your husband office was broken into this morning”. Maria felt the blood leave her face. "What office?" "His main corporate office. Blackwood Towers. A small team. They went through his personal records."

"W-We haven't figured that out yet." "That's a child in your kindergarten. How can you not know who he is?" David quickly ordered the teachers to check. While the officers weren't looking, Esther leaned in close to my ear again. "Eve, you'd better think carefully. If I go down, you won't walk away clean either," she uttered. My heart clenched. I turned to look at her. She was smiling eerily. "Your son gave his hoodie to someone else. That child died. Everyone thought it was your son. Don't you think people might start wondering what really happened?"

"No, no — it's not what it looks like! I'm the cook Ms. Wolfe hired. I just brought my daughter to visit, and she accidentally closed the door behind us. There's no break-in, I swear." She gestured at the open doorway, forcing a smile. "See? Door's open. Everything's fine." The officer turned to me. "Ma'am, do you still want to press charges?" I opened my mouth to answer, but Alice stepped close and dropped her voice into a desperate whisper.