Horror Bedrooms Novels & Stories

"Don’t worry. We have many other bedrooms." "Then-" and once again he cut me off. "Because I don't trust that everyone in this house has fed. I won't risk it..." He said. And with that he turned and left. Leaving me in his room...alone. I had to admit that his room was very simple. The duvets were black and white. The carpet was dark blue and the curtains dark red. He had a large desk in the corner which was stacked with the most unexpected things. Reading books! Actual leisure READING books. They ranged from horror to sci-fi. Most of them were written by a famous hunter author named Vladimir Rodriguez. Those books were mainly the "fiction" ones. They were fiction to humans, but all too real

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.

I am not a tall girl, no more than the average size of any American fresh out of adolescence. I'm going to Joshua's room. There is only a small metal bed that is wrapped and disassembled, the kind you use when you have visitors who need to sleep at home. I bought it second hand at a garage sale a year ago. Before we slept in the same bed. It has a wooden table that has seen better times. In it she puts books, teas, sodas and her homework. Joshua is asleep. I don't think I can be awake. According to my cell phone, it's after three in the morning, when Freddy Krueger and the zombies in the Michael Jackson video go out to murder people and eat their brains.

A pair of blood-stained red satin heels called The Missing Shoes. I stared at them, completely confused. "Aren't these all girl stuff? What am I supposed to do with them?" I muttered to myself. Ximena gently tugged on my sleeve. "Hey, it's time to go to our room." She turned and told George to arrange accommodations for the guests, especially the three remaining players. I was escorted by eerie puppets into a brightly decorated wedding chamber. Right in the center of the room stood two pitch-black coffins. Ximena pointed to one of them.

I couldn't stop the cold sweat from breaking out across my forehead, and I swallowed hard, trying to clear my throat as I stared in horror at the shocking objects resting directly in front of my face right now. The whole room was... red. Even the lights installed in the ceiling emitted a deep crimson glow and ominous light that made me feel as if I were standing in the middle of hell at this very hour. And it wasn't just the color of the surroundings that caused my eyes to widen in complete shock, but rather the massive, wide crimson bed positioned dead center in the middle of the room, where an assortment of tools and toys were neatly arranged. And these were not just ordinary, innocent toy

The rest of us follow him, our nerves on edge as we enter the dimly lit interior. Walking through the abandoned halls feels like stepping into a horror movie. Every creak of the floorboards and rustle of the curtains sends shivers down my spine, and I can't shake the feeling of being watched by unseen eyes. As we make our way upstairs, the growls emanating from the master bedroom send a chill down my spine. Xander moves to investigate, his hand gripping the doorknob tightly. With a determined push, he opens the door, only to be met with a sudden onslaught.

"Good thing your number will never be called — you're too ugly." "Yes, Mother." I wanted to scream in outrage. She was gorgeous! Even in the dream, I could see the purity of the blood, taste the goodness on my lips. A house appeared in the distance. It was poorly lit. The shutters were falling from the windows, and the porch steps had seen better days. The foundation crumbled beneath the heaviness of the home, making it appear depressing. I took the steps two at a time and found myself in Genesis's room. She had books everywhere. Books about vampires, werewolves, and sirens. Then finally, Dark Ones.

The door was unlocked. They slowly walked in. "Damien?" Ashleigh called. No answer. The house was dark but ironically didn't smell dusty. It actually smelt like it was just give a hot bath. "You go check upstairs," Jonathan instructed. Ashleigh nodded and went to the stairs. She slowly climbed up looking around. She looked to her left, then to her right. The master bedroom's door was opened. She slowly walked in. The large bed was neatly done but on one side lay a few empty bottles of medication. Then she took notice of the ginger hair.

Each creak of the floorboards beneath her feet echoed through the desolate space, a haunting reminder of the room's secrets. In the corners of the room, cobwebs stretched like intricate tapestries, their gossamer threads gleaming with a sickly pallor. They seemed to drape the room in a web of forgotten memories, whispering of the unseen inhabitants that had once thrived within these walls. Spiders scurried in the corners, their movements skittering with an otherworldly energy. A single flickering light bulb cast an eerie glow, its dim illumination casting long, distorted shadows that danced on the walls like specters. Each flicker of the dying light seemed to reveal fleeting glimpses of the

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..