Horror Bedrooms Novels & Stories

Ding! I woke up terrified from bed in a dark room, panting heavily from the nightmare perpetually haunting me every single night. I was drenched in sweat and my whole body was trembling. I was frightened with tears unconsciously running down my cheeks. I dug my hand into my black; full; virgin; long hair in pains, then tugged them behind my ears to wipe off my tears. I sniffed in some secs later gasping out in aid to calm down as I unraveled the shadow of curtains around the wall.

He turned the knob of a door of a room which I knew wasn’t him or ‘ours’ -maybe-, we stepped in and I was left with an overwhelming feeling brought by the room, It welcomed us with an inky appearance, dressed in all black -from bedsheets to curtains- everything had a finishing of matte. The bed had gothic designed curtains wrapping the bed, and the whole room had a horrifying aura, I was terrific-stricken. It brought chills till my spine, “Armando whose room is this?” I asked with fear laced in my tone,

If only I can run away from him, if only. I let my eyes roam over the walls of his room which were painted black. Really, black? At least he could have done was to paint his room decent which might not match with his personality but still. I shake off that thought and found the dim lightning in his room. Door, window, everything was black. This monster is obsessed with black or what? Blinking twice, I looked at the huge bed which was big enough to let various persons sleep together. Hmm..he might be into threesome or something involving various partners for s*x. Wow great guess September! The mattress was also of black color. Fun. Rolling my eyes slightly at the pathetic condition of his roo

Matter fact, I flat out refused to go in there after dark because it creeped me out to no end. So, when I sit here in the dark with only a small lamp in the dining room for light to see where the bathroom is, I begin to wonder how I am not scared when I see the shadows move from behind me. I guess it is because whatever is in my bedroom upstairs, feels threatening. What is down here however, feels like it is part of me for some reason.

She asked her mentally. The curtains are dark in color. The bedhead has a skeleton-like sprinkled with blood on it. The room is a typical example of gloom. Valerie couldn't help but shiver at the sight the new bedroom gave her great chills. There is hardly a source of bright light. Everything in the room shows the reason why he is evil, arrogant, scary, and creepy.

"Come with me." He didn't wait. He turned and walked toward the hallway that led to his private room…… the part of the mansion that I never knew existed. I followed him, my legs feeling like jelly. Every step felt like a march toward a beautiful, terrifying execution. I wanted this. I wanted him to erase Darren. I wanted him to burn away every single trace of anyone else with his own fire. He pushed open the double iron door to the bedroom. A Red Room!!! The air inside was different, cooler, smelling of expensive cedar and sin. There were all kinds of sex toys and BDSM equipment.

My eyes widened, the thought sending a shiver down my spine. What if that was it? No one had bothered to warn us! This house would be perfect for a horror film dark, isolated, filled with creepy portraits and winding corridors. "Ihh!" I jumped as the door to the last room slammed shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot through the hallway. The overhead lights flickered, casting dancing shadows. God, what if the filming wasn't over? What if some psycho was still lurking in there?

He opened one of the double doors and walked in. Kat stepped hesitantly in, looking around to see if there was any chance of a window that opened. To her dismay she found there were no windows at all. This room was a sleeping den for a vampire where no light of day was allowed to enter. Kat half expected to see a coffin in the middle of the room, instead there stood proudly in the middle of the room a large black four poster bed, it was adorned with a black and gold inlaid bed spread with a black and grey flecked wolf skin rug draped over the bottom edge and thick expensive Egyptian cotton sheets also in black. The bed looked inviting and comfortable except that Kat could clearly see the ste

The sound of water as it dripped down and hit the floor. “Hello?” I started following the noise to one side of the room and came across a large wooden door. It was partially closed so I pushed it open to reveal a large bedroom. The entire house seemed to be dark themed. The walls, the pillows, the bed sheets and even the comforters in the neatly made king-sized bed were all different shades of grey and black. But somehow, it all worked. It was like darkness lived in harmony in this house. The sound of running water came from inside the room so I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. Someone would think this was a perfect set up for a horror movie or a murder mystery, but something abou

Chapter Two: The Devil's Lair Lena's POV The room was a far cry from the grandeur of the mansion's exterior. Small, cold, and suffocating, it felt more like a prison cell than a bedroom. A single dim light bulb hung from the ceiling, flickering intermittently and casting eerie shadows that danced on the cracked, peeling walls. This was only a thin, lumpy mattress laid on a rusted metal frame with scratchy, threadbare sheets. The air was thick with damp and a metallic tang I couldn't place.