Horror Bedrooms Novels & Stories

Almost a year later Camila The piercing whine of alarms ripped me from my sleep. Opening my eyes wide to the darkness of my bedroom, I scanned the corners as my pulse thumped in my veins. Strobing lights flashed beneath the bottom edge of my door, giving my bedroom the eerie feeling of a Halloween haunted house. Yet within, nothing seemed out of place. My mind scrambled for answers. Alarms meant intruders.

The loose shirt clung to my body, all thanks to the cold sweat sliding down my arm. This was Don Adler's mother's door. According to Kyra, this was where he went when he needed to lock everyone out. She told me no one dared to go up the floor where the room was situated, but... But here I was. The hallway had less light than the others. The room was situated at the far end, making it more terrifying. The only light flickered constantly. The only addition needed for it to become a full-blown horror movie was blood. My blood.

MARK Shit, my head. The room was unnervingly still, a stark contrast to the chaos erupting in my mind. I found myself in a dimly lit chamber, an oppressive silence pressing down on me. The walls, painted in a ghostly white, seemed to close in, casting long shadows that danced ominously in the faint light. The air was heavy, thick with a metallic tang that prickled the back of my throat. The source of this unsettling aura lay in the centre of the room: a large, white bed, its sheets drenched in a dark, crimson stain that seemed to spread and pulse like a living thing.

"Elias, she’s so hungry." "She’s gone, Clara! That isn't her!" I shouted, though I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince. That was three nights ago. Since then, the haunting has turned aggressive. We tried to sleep in the living room, but the smell followed us—the cloying, sweet scent of lilies mixed with something sour and metallic. We found tiny, damp handprints on the glass of the television. They weren't made of dirt. They were gray, smudged traces of something that looked like ash and formaldehyde.

If she didn't know she was living in the modern world, she would think she got lost in the medieval era. There are fluffy and silky designs everywhere as the bed looks like it was for a princess. Fortunately, it wasn't color pink and rather red and black. "Am I a vampire?" K Whatever grinned as she liked the theme! Truthfully, the rooms have color coding and it just happens that this room has a red and black theme, which made it seems a vampire's room but instead of a coffin, it has a bed... Since K Whatever requested to have soft pillows but not much soft bed and near Sebastian's room, this room has it all.

He stepped away from the bed and confidently walked towards a wardrobe nearby, intensifying the sense of dread in the room. Melancholy, my eyes widened with a mix of panic and dread as he opened the wardrobe, revealing a collection of BDSM equipment neatly arranged in each unit. My heart sank into the pit of my stomach, filled with a sense of despair. I couldn't contain my fear any longer, and I screamed, desperately swaying back and forth on the bed, hoping for an escape.

The memories came like flashes, first of the men who had tried to rape her, then her head against the tarred road, drops of rain, blood, a blur, and the darkness. The room looked ordinary enough, bright pink coloured wall paper, and fluffy teddy bears that almost took up half the space of the bed all suggested this to be a girl's bedroom, there were loads of other things on the table just in front of the bed, but they looked hardly out of place, instead each item had a sense of belonging of some sort, there was nothing disturbing, nothing eery, the air was fresh, the scent of waking flowers penetrated the room, and even though they hardly appeared taken care of, it felt like a typical mornin

“Come on, let me show you the bedroom.” Something about his words made my wolf awaken with desire. Why the bedroom? Why not say the whole house? I placed my hand in his, and he pulled me into the hallway. Our bedroom was at the far end of the hallway, and it was designed very manly. “They weren't expecting me to arrive with my mate, and I wasn't either,” Corni said, taking in the masculine decoration of the bedroom. Black bedding, black tiles, a black and golden wardrobe, and chocolate light curtains.

But, what do I follow? I turned around, and jammed the door behind me. A few meters ahead was perhaps the bedroom, actually Caroline's bedroom. Getting to the front of the door, I wrapped my palms firmly on the door handle, before pressing it downwards, and the sound of unlocking the door put more fear in me. Wait, I wasn't so afraid, in fact, not afraid at all. Just that I never loved things like horror movies, though causing horror was my forte. I took three safe steps inside, as my eyes scanned the room thoroughly. The bed was untidy, and it had cobwebs beginning to appear on the walls. Still no sign of life.

He couldn’t allow anything bad to happen to them, and by the sound of the shrieks, things weren’t looking good. “I think it came from upstairs.” Carson Yorke looked around and fixed his gaze on the second floor. “Let’s go.” Tyr raced up the stairs, followed by Carson and the rest. “It’s from Mom and Dad’s room!” Following the screams, Tyr came to Jacob and Helen’s room and kicked the door open. And what they saw blew their minds. The room was filled with a foul odor, and countless red bugs could be seen wriggling about on the bed. There were quite a few littered on their bodies as they screamed and looked around in fear.