Hell House Novels & Stories

I hugged her once more quickly before kissing her forehead. "I need to go." I said as she nods at me smiling. She walked away excitedly, still holding the photo of her kids. I walked directly in the parking lot of the house where my driver awaits me. I entered the car and the engine starts. Our meeting place will not be held in the house because Jeiah was there and I don't want her to be involved in this. We have a meeting hall where located at the abandoned lot far away the road. After almost twenty minutes of traveling, and lost in my thoughts, we already arrived at the abandoned land I was saying earlier. It is a vast land where a huge old house located at the center of it. I didn't bothe

He now has something he could actually burn. “Ask him to take him to the basement. To that room” Back at the mansion Hades headed for the basement as soon as they reached the main house. It was a whole world beneath the family estate. It was the world of crime. What was better than to keep it too close that anyone couldn’t even dare to doubt it?

Marcello stood before the vast, dark windows of his chambers, gazing out over the hellish expanse that stretched out below. The Hell Pit was a place of power, a fortress built on fear and bloodshed, and he had made it his kingdom. The stench of sulfur, blood, and iron hung in the air like an oppressive fog, but to Marcello, it was home. It was his dominion, a realm of suffering and control.

It zooms in on the massive, fifteen-foot steel walls topped with sensors and what looks suspiciously like automated turret mounts (currently deactivated). INTERVIEWER (Off-Camera): "We are standing outside the residence of the most powerful family in the Western Hemisphere. The Hales. They own the banks, the grid, and half the government. Rumors say they eat their enemies. Let’s... let’s go ring the doorbell." The cameraman’s hand is visible, trembling slightly as he presses the intercom. INTERCOM VOICE (Oryn): "State your business." INTERVIEWER: "Hi, uh, this is the production crew from Veridia Chronicles. We have an appointment with Mr. and Mrs. Hale?"

She felt a little bad for him, as she watches him act childishly. When we arrive at the address he’d told me, she pulls up in front of an elegant and magnificent mansion with creamed milk paint and from a far off the mansion stands out from the others around. It is more of a family house with fine flowers around it and has a relaxation corner set up at the side of the house, one she only gets to see in movies. The house probably must have cost a fortune. Talk about class. Money talk. Her eyes widen, and her jaw drops in amazement as she stares at the house. And she knows Keenan must have seen her because he chuckles and opens the door to his side, only to stumble face down on the ground.

The pair went down. The sub-sub-basement was not much more than a hole. It looked half-finished. The floor was dirt and support beams propped up the ceiling. Dozens of black candles, shaped like human skulls, illuminated the pit. The sickening sensation grabbed Jon the moment his toe crossed the threshold. This was it. One of the soft places of the earth. The power was stronger here than he had ever felt before. He nearly vomited. Arlo had to help him down the final steps.

Liyla slowly walked towards the door and called her father but he was just staring at something Liyla couldn't see. "Dad is that you, dad! where is this place, I'm so scared!." She came close to him and behold a bloody sight, a demon with one eye plucked out, hanging on the eye socket and the left part of the brain was skulless pumping out blood like a running tap, then it stretched it's hand towards Liyla and tried to grab her by the hand. She screamed as loud as possible and fell on the floor crawling backwards, she continued crying and tried escaping but the demon was to fast, it cought her leg then choked her by the neck, raised her up above the ground, Liyla was loosing consciousness th

If Steven and Peggy were just faking it, the docs would catch on fast. If they were actually insane, they'd get treatment—and once their heads cleared, the torment would start again. The only way they'd really feel pain was if they were fully awake for all of it. Otherwise? Too easy. Two weeks later, I checked out the basement. It was dark, damp—disgusting, really. Not fit for anyone to live in. When I saw them in that cage, I barely recognized them. Filthy skin, clothes torn to shreds—they looked like strays that'd been dragged off the street.

They’re better off. “Looking for a new house?” Harley chirps from her spot next to my desk. Her voice startles me, bringing me back to the present. A Zillow listing sits on the forefront of my screen, the listing is two houses down from my target. That’s how I’ll get in, I’ll schedule a viewing and the over eager listing agent will give me the code for the gate. “Something like that,” I mumble, clicking out of the screen. “That’s a real nice neighborhood. I know a guy who lives there.” She nods her head and I stare at her.