Horror Bedrooms Novels & Stories

there were a few creepy antique dolls stop his old antique bookshelf, framed old photos that were neither him or his parents, curiosities,a broken skull and what the heck? who would want to sleep beneath a blanket with the illustration of a naked frightened mermaid? the therapist snooped on a drawer, found odd boxes and candles. "hate to tell you this."Mrs Cain said"as badly as I miss him I detest being in his room.it reminds me of everything..." Dr montoya smiled"he's a goth kid." "I know, I know. that's the scarier thing, isn't it?" there were dream catchers, more animal skulls on the window , dead tree branches and dried roses.

It was eerie, and it made the hairs at the back of my neck stand straight. He said he was not going to feast on me, but why had I been brought here? And why had I been left here for a whole day? I rubbed my eyes, looking at my surroundings and taking in the rather eccentric design of the bedroom. The walls were lined with crimson tapestries that looked like they were woven from the entrails of some mythical creature. The floor was made of black obsidian stones, and they were polished to a high shine, reflecting the eerie red light that emanated from the walls.

it's was different from the first one she had been to. The bedroom interior theme was black and white, the owner of this bedroom must have been against bright colors and also a freak, who else would make the theme of its bedroom black and white? The wallpaper was also designed in black and white, and so was the thick curtains, there was this scary-looking painting of a ghost slightly above the bed interior, it sends shivers down her spine when she stares at it. The bedroom can not be referred to as beautiful but exotic and exquisite. glance back at the man standing there, now he had taken to combing his hair.

She walked over to a bookshelf in the somber room, placed her small hand behind a porcelain sculpture, and pressed a button that made the bookshelf move and a door appear. Behind that door, in stark contrast to the discretion of the previous two rooms Harry had been in, was a bedroom that resembled a motel room, with a round bed, many mirrors, and even a dancing pole, something Harry had only seen before on television or in adult films. While he observed every detail around him and tried to imagine what would happen between them there, she added to the sensuality by turning on the music and dimming the lights.

She grimaced and slightly shook my arm. "You're with me, right? So why should I be afraid?" I had no choice but to come with her. She smiled at me whenever we heard someone was shouting inside that horror house. As we entered a tiny darkroom, I was walking behind Astrid and warned anyone who was trying to scare her. I immediately noticed the cobwebs that covered all the corners of this room, just like how it was done to any other horror house. There were some spiders that we were threading towards their prey. There were some light bulbs that were being turned on and off by someone just to scare anyone who may enter. I kicked some of the zombies who were hiding behind some curtains. Astrid li

Her life had lost colour completely and her days as a child were over. The front door was an old heavy wooden door that creaked when it was opened. The strong scent of mothballs and dust filled the house. There was a lounge to the left with chairs covered in faded red velvet in front of a fireplace. The walls were covered from top to bottom with books. To the right, she smelled pork chops, potatoes, beef stroganoff, lamb chops, and steak. She remembered the kitchen was behind the dining room area. Her Grandmother appeared from the kitchen with a sympathetic smile and showed her upstairs where there were two bedrooms and one bathroom. The bedrooms were full of antique furniture. The room wher

When I did, I knew I’d found what I was looking for. Twin bed crammed into the corner. A messy pile of sheets and blankets piled up in its center. Dirty clothes strewn all over the floor. The wall facing the door had a small wooden children’s-sized desk against it that had been extended with plywood wings which were mounted on mismatched metal brackets. It held a compact stereo set with a turntable and a cassette tape deck. On top of it sat a plastic skull, a huge tangle of wire, and a handful of tiny pulleys. Shelves covered the wall behind the desk and nearly every surface was packed with books, video tapes, magazines, records, toy models, tools, pens, and various unidentified bits of elec

Clover's POV: Now that she mentioned the word 'curious,' my curiosity was now piqued, an irresistible pull overriding my terror. Swallowing hard, I muttered courage and once again made my way into the dark room. The flickering of the lighting, cobwebs brushing my skin like ghostly fingers, creaking sounds of the crickets all added to the haunted vibes I was feeling in the room, a sensory assault that heightened my vulnerability. "You must be scary..." Mrs. Hanson teased as she giggled, she turned off a switch that had the light quit flashing once and for all.

Someone is watching me. Again. I sigh quietly at my own paranoia. This is what happens when you watch too many horror TikToks before bed. Suddenly every creaking floorboard becomes a ghost and every shadow turns into a lurking spirit waiting to drag you into the darkness. Still… The feeling won’t go away. I glance toward the closed bathroom door. Behind it stretches the narrow hallway that leads to my bedroom. The light there has been broken for months. No matter who my sister calls to fix it, the stupid thing refuses to work.