Hell House Novels & Stories

It would have been a good spot for the resort and then it just ended up like this. I turned the door lock and immediately backed away when I felt the thick dust there. I shook my hand. It was Rustov who opened the door. “It’s also dusty inside,” he said. "I won't touch things. I'll just take a look." The huge hall of the mansion reminded me of those medieval houses I've seen in movies. Even though it was old and dusty, I was sure the furniture was made of durable materials. The large chandelier above looks old fashioned, especially full of cobwebs.

I used my trustfund money from my mother to buy the place. 318 started off as an abandoned warehouse by the docks. Now it's the city's most populare nightclub. It's the only nightclub in the city that all paras and mortals alike are welcomed. It's a neutral zone. Everyone knows all their bullshit is left outside at the curb. However, the basement of 318; also known as Hells Gate plays by a different set of rules. The basement houses private invitation only events where you can find any and everything your heart desires. The basement is for the creatures of the underworld only. I don't just mean paranormal creatures. I mean the mortals that live in their own underworld. Tonight the basement i

"Ruthless. I knew you had it in you." He beckons me closer. "The old meatpacking district," he whispers. "The slaughterhouse on 9th. There's a sub-basement under the cooling floor. That's where Kyros keeps his... toys." "The slaughterhouse," I repeat. "Access code is 7-7-3-4," he adds. "It spells 'HELL' upside down. Kyros thinks he's funny." "Thank you," I whisper. I stand up. I brush the dust off my robe.

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.

' I asked. 'No way in hell do I have that type of cash, but I do have the key. The resort has over 200 rooms, and since half of them are empty, no one will know if you slip in for a few hours and then leave again in the early morning. Mr.Sherman Colton left a while ago. Are you interested?' Her eyes were dazzling and beady, with a tinge of mischief, while she waited for my reaction. 'Let's do it, fuck it, it's only one life, darling,' With a burst of energy, I exclaimed it and got to my feet.

Gotta love the San Fernando Valley. After I enter the building through the front entrance, using my employee I.D. badge to unlock the door, I pass by the rent-a-cop guard on duty at the front desk—ignoring him since he no doubt thinks I’m a porn star as the rent-a-cop’s are kept in the dark about what the building is really used for—and continue into the back warehouse. At the very rear of the warehouse is a shelf filled with DVD’s. I remove one titled The Horny Games—a porn-parody of a popular young adult book and film franchise in which Pussniss Everbone is forced by a futuristic dystopian government to participate in a televised fuck-to-the-death match—which releases a trigger mechanism.

Torches have been lighting up the hallways from the walls, it was dark but the light from the torch was enough to see through. She gently closed the door from behind her, no sound was made but her heavy breathing. She started to walk and examine the hallways, she wiggled her toes as they touch the soft fabric, she lets out a deep sigh as she enjoyed the warm and comfy feeling of the carpet, the wallpapers were grayish and printed with skulls and rats. None of all these decorations screamed Royalty. More like a haunted house.

Sandra listened intently, as Gabriel explained how he escaped from the house. "Do you know where this house is Matt?" Sandra asked. "Yes, it's Miss Fisher's house, she's in a care home now, and the house is empty, It's been empty for a while, we, all my friends and me, we went there on Halloween Scared the sh... Life out of us." Sandra coughed, trying not to laugh, "Best not to do that again Matt, it is trespassing." "How long have I been missing?" Gabriel asked, "Weeks, months?"

I have a feeling we'll be tangling with Fernandez again soon if Austin doesn't take care of business quickly. The house is large and garish. Victor's home is classy; whereas, this place is beyond ugly. Taxidermy animals fill every nook and only add to the nightmare that serves as this asshole's home. There must be a hundred birds simulating flight on the walls with larger four-legged predators displayed on floor pedestals. Creepy is all I can think.

My heart pounds, and I press my palm to my chest. I turn on every light in the apartment and check the windows. Even in Willow’s room. Everything is locked. He must’ve come in behind me… I shiver and go back to my room. I should call Willow. Tell her to be on guard in case she comes home drunk and unaware. Our safe neighborhood is deteriorating. Back in my room, I hit the switch for the overhead light and scour my space. It feels colder, but maybe that’s just my imagination. I check my window, and it’s cracked.