Novel & Cerita Horror Bedrooms

Continued: My gaze settles on the bed: a lavish wooden frame cradling golden silk bedding that gleams under the subdued light. The crispness of the linens is palpable, a stark reminder of the absence of warmth, of life. I can't suppress a shudder; it's clear he meant exactly what he said—I am back in my room, and it's every bit as familiar as it is terrifying.

“Yeah and then to the historic district. The big wall going into the district, there on Avenue D, the theme is turn of the century.” “No monsters or cult classics?” Reese asked with a little chuckle. “Not this time. But I can probably put one in. No one has found Frankenstein in Ariel’s room yet.” “Now, I’m going to have to go look for him.” He admitted and then a thought struck him. “What’s in the twins room?” Dean laughed. “Elvira is in the nursery. Dracula is in the playroom. And there’s a zombie in your office.” She heard his chair move as he turned to look at the mural behind him.

It's just his stupid idea to scare me and keep me near him because last day I inspected this house and found out in this house total 15 rooms is present, 2 big kitchen, 3 living halls, a big garden is present behind the house and you know here a lot of things are very luxurious. And you know one of the most shocking things is in one bedroom there is a big closet, like really big and in that closet a lot of fashionable dresses were present. I was very curious to roam in that closet but at the same time I heard something which terrified me and I ran out of that bedroom. No, I didn't run. I actually walked out with fast steps.

Gary opens his eyes and is confused. He was sure he had laid down on his bed to sleep, and now he woke up in a room he didn't know. He sits down on the bed and looks around. Everything there was sinister. All the furniture in the room was black and carved with demonic shapes, the ceiling lamp was made of iron and looked like one of those ancient torture instruments, from the era of the human inquisition. On the only bedside table there is a small aquarium containing a huge spider, which makes Gary cringe in disgust. The window had thick metal bars, which, without touching, he identified as silver. He didn't see any door.

I did not dare to turn around; his massive shadow was stretching across the walls by the faint light of the moon, like a monster preparing to swallow me. ​The beats of my small heart raced with his steps that were drawing closer. Driven by blind fear, I pushed the door of the large bedroom with all the small strength I possessed, entered, and then closed it behind me while trembling. ​I froze in my place, and my eyes widened in a terror that completely paralyzed my limbs. There, in the middle of the room, lay a corpse I did not know, drowning in blood. Death fills the place, and the sharp, metallic smell of blood chokes my breath. I approached with feeble steps, tears burning my cheeks; ther

I can’t focus on anything but getting her where I want her. I open the door and let Rose walk through. My bedroom is a lot like my office—blacks and reds everywhere. The carpet is a thick black shag that is soft enough to sleep on. The walls are draped in blood red fabric, and a four-poster bed is in the middle of the room, covered in the same material. Hidden in each post of the bed is a range of harnessing devices and accoutrements. Above the bed is a giant mirror surrounded by a black metallic frame. The only light in the room comes from the dimmed chandelier hanging above us. The windows on the back wall are blacked out, keeping hidden the lights from the bustling city below.

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

Lucifer practically ruled this domain, his power linked to here just as it was in his own kingdom. I made my way up the rickety staircase, the floorboards groaning with each careful step. Letting out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding once I reached the landing. A single door stood in front of me, and I knew without even opening it that Winston was in there, waiting to show me whatever horrors he had created inside. Samuel's hand pressed against my lower back, his presence enough to calm my racing heart as I reached for the rusted handle. The once-white door, now stained with blood and years of rot, was the only thing separating me from my nightmares.

This morning, I'm still so worried. I didn't get much sleep! I kept having horrible nightmares. In some, I was being chased by a family of zombies through the manor house, in others, I was the Bathory's meal. This food thing is really getting to me. All the little details I've put together is making me reflect on the nature of my hosts. And on the darkness surrounding them. I see Sarah coming to meet me. She looks more rested than I am. It's not very surprising considering...

As we stepped through the doors to our bedroom, it got so much worse. Lenny moved to lock down the room, but I stopped him, putting my hand over his. “Wait,” I said cautiously, my eyes traveling around the dark room in search of the threat I was feeling. Estel and Lenny caught on to my change in alertness. “What is it?” Estel asked. Lenny started to examine the room too, his eyes glowing as his beast pushed forward. “I don’t know,” I whispered to Estel. “Something feels off.” “Probably because it's creepy as hell in here with the lights off and the curtains drawn,” she scoffed, going to turn them on.