Horror Bedrooms Novels & Stories

Jenny turned back while stepping out. A devilish smile appeared in Austin's eyes while watching her make her way towards the bedroom. • • • Jenny opened the door when her eyes widened and her jaw dropped in shock. The bedroom is complete in red, damn. The room is decorated in red with some BDSM equipment. She looked around the room—it was completely red and horror-style. She blinked her eyes in confusion, and for a second she thought—she had come to some pub. There are red chairs and a huge bed in the color red.

Serena's room overlooked the street, it meant in front of the Baltimore's house and her father's room was in front of hers overlooking the forest where the back garden was, "Good thing I don't have that room, otherwise I wouldn't sleep peacefully." She was terrified of the woods since she remembered what she saw on her way home, plus she had seen too many horror movies and all the scary things happen in the woods. "it's not like twilight where Edward Cullen takes Bella into the woods or like Teen Wolf where the main character gets bitten by a werewolf" The image of the woods at night terrifies her. —What a laziness to do homework....

A tone-deaf curiosity that bloomed with the memory of rainbow-colored vomit, unrealized Russian words, and men lying dead in the snow. The house after dark held a certain charm, like the haunting creak of a door in the night, a sudden breath of air extinguishing a candle’s flame, and the sensation of being watched through the cracks in the walls. I was grossly exaggerating the situation—regarding the first two at least—though knowing a devil lurked around any corner amplified every little sound, and it didn’t help I stood in his bedroom. It was undeniably his. His smell was everywhere, and the sheets were black. I shouldn’t be in here, but its secrets drew me in fromthe hall after I wandered

Revealing a new chamber pulsing with red light. And in the center of the chamber… A heartbeat. Not metaphorical. Literal. A massive, suspended organ pulsing with veins of black and blue, thumping slow and heavy shaking the walls with every beat. Lola’s blood went cold. “Oh my God…” she whispered. Jayden stared, stunned. “That’s impossible.” Mirror-Jayden’s fading echo whispered through the corridor: “Not everything in the Doom Room is human. Some things… are older.” The heartbeat thudded harder.

Right beneath us was a patio encased in darkness and we slid down and landed on it. There was a sliding door half open and I nudged Felix forward. We crept silently to the sliding door and Felix stepped into the darkness first. I followed behind him letting my eyes adjust as I scanned the room. It looked like a normal bedroom, very lavish but still just a bedroom. “Something feels off,” Abeloth whispered but we kept going forward. We cleared the bedroom and then exited into the hallway. We were making our way downstairs where the smells were originating from and I got the overwhelming sense of wolves, not vampires, just wolves. Their scents were all over the place and the hairs on the back o

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho

Inside the vast bedroom layout, the air was freezing, thin, and entirely detached from the domestic comfort that usually filled the luxury estate. Ava Osborn sat bolt upright in the center of the unmade platform bed, her breathing escaping her throat in a shallow, uncoordinated gasp that took up the entire silence of the dark space. Her palms were pressed flat against the bare, industrial foam of the naked mattress, her fingers twitching violently against the rough fabric. She wasn't looking at the circular silver vanity mirror or the empty rows of her walk-in wardrobe closet. Her long gray eyes were wide, dilated, and fixed with a raw, visceral horror onto the heavy mahogany double doors ac

He pressed in some pin and I saw a red light beeped green before the door creaked open a small space. We continued down a level of stairs that brought us to the front of another door, designed just like the one we recently passed through. He opened it up as we came face to face with the room behind. My eyes left his figure to travel round the wide, rectangular room. It was windowless and the furnishing had me jerked. It’s bedroom actually, modern and anything but relaxing. It looks dark in here, like a scene straight out of horror. What was that hanging down the bed? Are those cuff chains? And why the fuck does the bed look like a cage? A performative one. It literally has metal bars framing

Every step around her home feels like I’m too big to be in the space. There’s the scent of something sweet—vanilla and cinnamon—luring me down the hallway. The soft light of flames flickering brings me toward Raina’s bedroom, stopping just outside the doorway. I watch her, losing myself in a fantasy where I belong here in the middle of the night. The bed takes up a good portion of the back wall of the room. There’s a dresser and TV stand in front of it. I can picture us in bed together watching a scary movie where she moves against me after something frightens her.

It wasn't caused by an external factor— the wind, the cool tiles of the house. It was more like a premonition of what was to come. A reminder of the chaos that awaited her when Adrian returned. But for now, she could enjoy the peace of the graveyard— quiet, but keeping its prey anxious of what evil was to befall. She pushed open her bedroom door, the slight creak sounding louder than it should have, giving an eery feel like she was stuck in a horror movie. She took a few steps into the house, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over her like a predator laying in wait, and fell face-first onto her bed. The mattress bounced lightly under her, but she didn’t move.