Hell House Novels & Stories

Hussein's car stopped in front of the villa's gate. He opened it slowly and stepped out with heavy, burdened steps. Night had fallen, and the air carried the scent of freshly dug earth. He paused for a moment at the entrance, glancing up at the three somber graves in the garden... but his gaze now fell upon a fourth, recently dug grave. On it lay the mangled body of a new victim—an evil spirit incarnate in an unknown form, shattered and charred after falling from the upper floor. The scene was like a painting drawn in blood and ash, a nightmare growing darker with each passing day.

I hope he will be a peaceful soul now. This house .... it looks more strange than before. When I was here as Mrs Khurana I didn't feel this much strange or fear but now something changed. I felt like I am extra here, I don't have any role in this house anymore. Feeling suffocated I stood from walked like a free soul. Walking through the balcony looking around I think this is the first time I am seeing this whole house. One year , more than one year I spent here but not even for once this house owned me. The great Khurana mansion ... People who curiously watches this house from outside. Maybe for them this mansion will be something they admire but only those who are living inside know the pai

(Isabella’s POV) The safe house was a tomb, filled with the ghosts of a life that wasn't mine. Dust sheets covered the heavy, ornate furniture, and the air was thick with the stale, stagnant scent of time. The brutal, adrenaline fueled escape from Bianchi’s gala felt a world away, but the true horror of the night was just beginning to settle in my bones, a cold, creeping dread that no locked door could keep out.

It's a small yellow house with a big sign on the front that says, "Hazel’s Psychic House." Layla and Sunny walk through the door and are greeted by a warm, incense-filled room. The walls are adorned with tapestries and shelves filled with crystals and tarot cards, creating an atmosphere of mystique and intrigue. They are then greeted by an older woman with gray hair pulled up into a vintage style bun as she says, "Hello ladies! I am Hazel, your spiritual navigator. "

CHERRY’S POV The safe house was a hollowed-out shell of a building on the edge of the Hudson, a place where the air tasted of salt, stagnant river water, and the bitter, metallic tang of a storm that refused to end. Inside, the only light came from a flickering, bare bulb that hung from the ceiling by a frayed wire, casting long, skeletal shadows against the peeling floral wallpaper. We had made it. We were out of the reach of the sanitarium’s sirens, but the silence inside this room was far more terrifying.

“I'll take you there.” “Okay! Let's go!” The two ran toward the back of the property, leaving behind a tearful Axel who looked at their backs with envy. “Hurry up, please!” Axel shouted. “My arm is my livelihood!” Henrique called the (human) butler to prepare a golf cart and quickly drove Helena across the vast fields of the property until they reached a small isolated building behind the golf course. Helena's eyes widened. That building didn't look like it belonged to a residential home. It had a strange geometric shape and was covered in an unknown dark metal that glistened in the rising sun. It looked like a secret base from a science fiction movie.

JOSEPHSON & DUKE: Ordinary Basement Disadvantages: No windows. Damp. Likely cockroaches and mice. Advantages: Dirt cheap—$50/day. YVONNE, GISELLE, JUSTIN: The Haunted House Disadvantages: Urban legend says it’s haunted. Former crime scene. Reports of screams and “ghost sightings.” Advantages: Gorgeous interior. Bright. Fully furnished. Only $100/day. Justin’s face fell. This was not how it was supposed to go. He had made arrangements—two rooftop rooms, side by side. It had been confirmed. Now, I had one of them. And Lilith had the other. Not him.

Best she plays the part, and it only makes it easier for Crystal to do her thing without any issues arising. Eventually, after a few of the twists and turns along the halls, which includes having to ask a few maids for directions. This is a literal maze, she pities Carmilla if she were to live here. Getting lost in this place is not unlikely, they should print out a map. Is this even a ‘villa’ based on Antony’s description? Heck, this is like a hacienda—no, a mansion even! How big is this place even? Five floors? A few hectares big? Heck, even a farm is put to shame, do they have a farm even? Maybe! Who knows? They have a garden and a mini zoo of furry animals, they have a freaking pool and

Oslo, 48 Hours Earlier The safehouse was built into the side of a snow-covered fjord, buried under two layers of reinforced titanium walls. Asa had been feeding Micah hot cocoa, letting him pick through his favorite cartoons on a secured tablet, when the silence changed. A low vibration. Not thunder. Not snow shifting. Helicopters. Asa’s eyes went wide. He grabbed Micah, shouting into his earpiece. But the line went dead. Gas flooded the room. And then darkness. The Widow stepped into the house five minutes later, her boots silent over the marble floors.

Dev opened it with a spell and finally took Hellion out of the room. The hallway was lit with red torches and the corridor was dark. Eh? Where on earth is she? Was her room in an underground or something? Why is it so dark? Her room was brightly lit so she thought she was locked up in a mansion but seeing the dark corridor instantly shattered her imagination. How can it be? Why is she locked up in another basement?