Hell House Novels & Stories

Zara nodded and both left. They were walking back towards the locker room when she heard another scream coming right from the locker room. She ran towards it. She entered the locker room and the scene in front made her eyes widen. The ballet teacher Mrs. Halsey was lying in the pool of blood with a knife stabbed in her right eye. Soon crowd gathered outside the locker room and police was called KILLER’S POV: Wow! I really enjoy playing with Zara. She is not an easy target like her father and sister were. She is a fighter, so getting her down will be difficult but not impossible.

A huge school building with a football field, a creche and a play park. “This place is amazing” Drake grins, pointing to a mansion on the hill. It looked like the damn whitehouse. It was so huge. “That’s our house?” Layla pushes forward whistling as she takes it in, I was shocked. “I didn’t think they made houses that big” I say to drake “The cellar is actually the hospital, it’s just one floor but it’s got 2 operating rooms and 26 rooms” I look at him in shock

I turned to face Niro right away. He instantly shook his head while puckering his lips, and I immediately pouted. My shoulders immediately slumped because of disappointment. That's two thousand pesos, now that I think about it. We can already afford it with three of us. Additionally, it appears like there is furniture there. And the woman was pleading for me to get that house. I'm wondering why. I'm just inquisitive; I'm not a nosy person. It's preferable if you are aware of the cause. You see, we won't live there unless there are wicked spirits or things there that we can't see. It might possibly be the cause of my death.

Down the hill, the wealthy neighbors were trapped inside their dark, shivering houses, peering out through their frost-covered windows. [Villa 04 - Director Harrison]: Do you see that? Look up at the flagship villa. There is thick, dark smoke billowing consistently from their chimney flues. They are burning high-grade, automated coal or running an industrial geothermal loop! It’s a literal tropical resort up there!

It wouldn’t always be an illusion of what she secretly wanted to see here, currently, she was happy, so she was seeing things that made her happy, but should someone cross her or she gets upset, she will see Hell for what it really is. “Home, sweet home,” I said as we approached my Victorian-era style home. Abby’s face was somewhat surprised, “It’s…beautiful…” She said and I chuckled at her. “Come on, I want to show you inside.” * * Damien had his hand on my lower back as we walked up to the all-black house. I dreaded what I would find once inside his home. More of the Hell that Damien knew and loved with shackles and more burning ember to walk on. I took one last look at the sky above me an

Before we get to them, they will flee and with their Elderwood and Tyler's strange blood, it would be difficult to track them. His eyes flickered over to the the wooden box James had brought in. The Siever was useless now since Tyler's blood was missing its human Scent. Once again, our hands were tied. "Go to sleep, Tiger."

And eventually, on Sophia. By the time I parked in front of H2H, the club was alive with sound. Moans and screams echoed faintly through the walls. Good, the chaos upstairs would mask anything that might slip through the cracks. Even though the Catalano’s were being held in a soundproof room, I preferred the added security. The room beneath Heaven to Hell smelled like blood, sweat, and piss. A concrete box with steel beams overhead and a single drain in the center of the floor, stained dark from sins no one wanted to speak of. It’s where we bring problems that can’t be reasoned with.

TIME: 09:00 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 8 "THE SUMP" - SUB-LEVEL 4. STATUS: GHOSTS. The safe house wasn't a house. It was a metal box. Specifically, it was a rusted shipping container, half-buried in the mud of the Sector 8 drainage canal. It smelled of sulfur, wet dog, and fifty years of industrial neglect. Ren sat on a crate of expired synth-rations, staring at the corrugated metal wall.

I walked gently downwards , my hands held onto the trigger of my gun ready to shoot if confronted by the enemy. As I walked closer the house became more visible. The house was made with wood and the roof made of Albestos. It looked like the shack of the serial killers in the horror movie ; WRONG TURN. I saw Zarvier's black SUV truck parked outside the shack, this confirmed my suspicion, yes, this is it.

her lip curled back before she returned to herself the street emerging before me. She let out a frustrated sigh, pinching her brow where I’m sure she muttered the word bastard under her breath. “Fuck, come in then,” she groaned, waving her wrist as I saw the door 27 appear. It barely took up the space like some optical illusion. The street looked exactly the same but now there was a huge White House nestled in between them. How it was possible I have no idea. Hilda began walking up the drive. I watched as she appeared on the street one minute and gone the next.