Novelas y relatos de Hell House

The flickering candles cast an eerie, dancing glow that painted grotesque shadows on the coarse surface. The stench hit him with a furious assault, a pungent combination of chemicals and decay that assaulted his senses near the entrance of the basement. A stark contrast to the vibrant ambiance above, it lingered in the air, suffocating his lungs. Richard hesitated momentarily, battling against the revulsion before resolutely continuing on.

“No one believes in ghosts. Until they kill you.” ~~~~~~~~~~ THE SAFEHOUSE — EARLIER A scream had torn through the comms. Safehouse 11, tucked beneath the vineyards in Casserta, had gone dark for four minutes. When it came back online, one of the guards was missing a jaw. Another was shooting shadows. And the third—Sky—was kneeling beside a body with a blade in her hand and glass in her hair. "He moved like you," she had told Lorenzo when he arrived. "Not just physically. Strategically. Like he remembered being you."

The air buzzed like it was alive. We stepped out into a hallway that felt like it belonged underground. Literally. Flashing lights. Music pounding in the distance. Doors cracked open with quick glimpses—people half-naked, some tied, others passed out. A woman laughed manically as a man dragged her by the hair down another passage. This place was chaos. If this was the said guesthouse then I give it to whoever was operating this hell right here We kept walking, following Hazel’s directions. A turn, a narrow hallway, then another left until we reached the door she mentioned

I almost melted. Control Dharani, Control don't easily give in. He led me to the middle of the room. I know Akash's house is very big, in fact I never saw the whole house. We walked to the elevator. WOW! He has an elevator in this house? I never noticed it before. A soothing and relaxing air of peace hit me in my face, calming down my curiosity which was at its highest level. There was something magical and unique in the air. We walked ahead in complete silence, strolling down the corridor at the right through door.

Creepy. As I approached the changing room, I could hear moans coming from inside. I opened the door. My eyes widened and I felt bile rising up in my throat. Darren was inside with his dick buried to the hilt in some girl. I stepped back as the disgusting smell of sex hit me like a ton of bricks. I stepped back to get away from them, I turned to run but came face to face with Sheila.

“I didn’t scare your horny bunny. You made a comment about period sex, which, by the way, is unsanitary and gross, so how is that my fault?” Our shoes squeaked against the tiled hallway. With no one else around, this mansion is losing its appeal to me. My stay here entirely comprises sleeping over in Gail’s room, dining in the kitchen, or dancing in the ballroom. Even the parlor is a room I’ve set foot in once or twice. This part, however, is giving me the need to be alert, and I don’t know why. It’s like eyes were watching us. It’s only natural since there were CCTV cameras in every corner of this mansion, but the permanent goosebumps on the back of my neck as we headed east to the library

“What?” "Yes, dear. It seems like she has been suffering from Alzheimer's and went to our office creating a scene last week when she heard about his wedding" uncle said while rubbing head in distress. "I was so horrified and scared mom, Natasha was there and then this lunatic appeared out of nowhere. The good for nothing guards didn't even inform me about her and I don't know how she entered with all those securities inside" he rubbed his head in distress, "Natasha and I were discussing for our revenue and this women just entered inside, my heart stopped for a minute but thank god mom Anu was there or else I don't know what would have happened back there. I seriously don't know how to handle

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

THE PRICE OF A SOUL {Playlist Suggestion: "Hostage" by Billie Eilish / "Lovely" by Billie Eilish & Khalid} ~CHELSEA POV~ I was just sitting there in the absolute darkness of my living room which wasn't really a living room anymore because everything was destroyed, curled up in a tight ball on the floor with my knees crunched against my chest while my phone just kept buzzing and buzzing on the floorboards like an angry insect.

Samantha POV The safe house didn’t smell like Paris. It smelled like ancient secrets—old paper, cold stone, and the ozone-heavy scent of high-end filtration systems. Lucien moved through the dim foyer of the Haussmann-style apartment with the silence of a shadow. He didn't turn on the lights. He didn't need to. His silver eyes caught the stray moonlight filtering through the heavy velvet curtains, glowing with a soft, predatory luminescence that made the air feel thin.