Haunting Of Hill House の小説・ストーリー

His jaws were chiseled and he had a face that even the gods would be jealous of, but before the man could even open his mouth to speak. A flying kick landed right in his temple sending him crashing into the ground, Genevieve screamed in horror as she didn’t know what even made Hazel act like this man was some monster from some folklore. “I said get your filthy paws off Lady Genevieve!” Hazel shouted, embracing the much smaller Genevieve in her arms like a mother protecting her child but Hazel’s stern face soon loosened up and contorted into one of fear the moment she realized he wasn’t moving. “Y-You killed him!” Genevieve screamed at Hazel, and they both began freaking out because they knew

~ON A VERY BIG HILL~ A Vampire coven situated on a dark hill is a mysterious and eerie place. The hill is shrouded in shadows and the winds constantly howl through the trees, giving an ominous touch to the atmosphere. The coven itself is a very large ancient building with tall gates, surrounded by a large fence made of wrought iron.

"Okay." Caraline smiled as she watched Deric attempt to climb into the wheelchair. As the man drove towards the kitchen, his laughter was suddenly present. "This is starting to get fun." Caraline turned to the television. The television showed a headless ghost with blood pouring out of it. "Oh my! How can people like horrible things like this movie? It makes me sick." Caraline covered her face with both hands. She didn't want to look at the television, but the movie still came through and gave her goosebumps. The woman scanned the surroundings, which were quiet and poorly lit.

My head started tingling and before I knew it, I fainted. I woke up lying in a field, and when I looked around, all I saw was guts and blood. There were different dead species all around me. Not a single living soul. When I got up and started walking, I burst into tears. My friends and family were lying on the floor in a big pile. They were all so horrible to look at that it was difficult to identify them. There was, however, a missing person. Grrr I heard an evil growl behind me. I turned around at the precise moment when a claw fell on my face. I fell on the ground, and I saw who my aggressor was. Amon.

Hollis**** The mansion’s corridors were a labyrinth of decay, reeking of mildew and forgotten secrets. Each step echoed like a distant scream, and the oppressive silence wrapped around us like a predator waiting to strike. The air was thick, each breath heavy with the stench of rot, and every creak of the floorboards sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. I kept my grip firm on Hailey’s hand, her warmth grounding me even as icy dread crept further into my soul.

He was trying to ruin my peace. One kiss at a time. The sun was beginning to set, casting gold and lilac streaks across the sky as the group hiked toward the so-called haunted mansion. It stood like a forgotten dream on top of the hill — vines crawling up its stone walls, broken windows staring down at us like hollow eyes. The gate creaked as Seth pushed it open, dust scattering into the wind. “This place is straight out of a horror movie,” someone whispered. “Kourtney,” Eliza grinned, “you and Travis should go in first.”

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

She closed the box and held it to her chest as they walked between the graves toward the fence. Halfway across the cemetery Hailey stopped abruptly. Ryan bumped into her, and Roy’s breath halted at the same moment. Standing between the graves was the mute girl, her bare feet pale against the grass, her tangled hair hanging down as she watched them silently from the moonlit shadows. She didn’t move. She didn’t blink. And in her hands, held carefully and unmistakably, was Hailey’s mother’s diary. The girl lifted it slightly, her eyes meeting Hailey’s with eerie clarity.

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.

They didn't say anything about her and Jason for the next hour—not until she'd dried her hair, got dressed, and ate. Now they sat on a couch in the sitting room—bundled in different blankets, bowl of snacks between them, watching The Haunting of Hill House. Anna didn't need to look to know Leah was grimacing; she didn't need to read her mind to know she was replaying everything said in the bath. “He takes care of you,” Leah said finally. They didn't turn, didn't take their eyes off the screen. “Remember when we met?” Anna hummed, pushing a handful of popcorn into her mouth. A sudden shriek from the TV made Leah flinch violently.