Horrors In This House Novels & Stories

" Marissa's face turned pale with fear. She rushed forward and grabbed Sophie. "Sophie! Wake up! What's wrong with you? "This is a match prediction. Why do you keep talking nonsense? Did someone put a curse on you?" Sophie clamped both hands over her mouth, tears falling instantly. "Dad... it's not like that... it's not what you think..." She tried to explain, but her words came out in a panic, broken and useless. Then she caught sight of me standing beside her. Her pupils shrank. In that instant, she understood everything.

Jessica's voice went dead serious. "This manor has thirty floors. The monsters on the lower floors? They're simple. Predictable. They work on pure instinct. Learn their patterns, and you can survive. Treat them like traps. But the higher you go... the ones at the top are a different breed entirely. They won't just kill you. They'll shatter your sanity in seconds. They'll show you what true terror really is." "She's right," Brad chimed in, his smile turning predatory.

It felt as though someone had breathed cold air directly onto my skin. I didn't believe in ghosts, not for a second. Then realization hit me. There were only two living people in this building. Me, and the killer. In that instant, my entire body locked up. Every muscle froze. I couldn't move. A low, sinister voice whispered right beside my ear. "I found you... heh heh..." "AHHH!" The terror of death closing in shattered what little composure I left. I screamed and collapsed onto the floor. I scrambled backward in panic and kept retreating until my back slammed against the wall.

"It used to be just on old scary tale to me. But that moon right there is the sign!" "I don't get it, ok so there's a crimson moon, what's gonna happen to the house now?" Joe asked. "Bad things! He said bad things would happen in the house whenever there's a crimson moon!" "Bad things like what Mum?" "Like– ". Aaaaaarrrrrggghhhh!!!! A loud scream came from the kitchen, it made everyone's heart skip, it gave them a fright, immediately their heads turned in the direction of the shrill cry.

Little did I know that ten years later, it would come down in a windstorm that shook the house, and I could swear to this day that it was a twister. Now that I have a new husband who doesn’t believe in ghosts at all, not as many strange things go on that did when the children were little, except for a couple of things. Between the blood roots in the basement that poke through the cracks in the cement floor and spread to everything they come into contact with, to the shadow in my closet that moves in the night and has eyes that peer at me when I least expect it. There have been so many times when I wake up after hearing my name called out of a sound sleep. This is one of those times when ev

Mac asked. “did you hear about the House of horrors there was out of town just a little bit. In the family that is at the center of it?” Max asked as he looked at his friend. He didn't really wanna get into it that it was all of DM's family that was involved but he knew that people would be able to differentiate it would be these people. “of course who hasn't heard of that? it was like the mother and father were killed by their oldest son who had a bunch of people trapped in their basement?” Mac asked as he looked at maxim he was slightly confused as to why he would even be bringing up a case like that.

It rattles and shakes in my hands as I stare at the shadows in perpetual fear. He isn't in my room. But he's here. The house reeks of death.

When I saw and noticed the promises of horror, he would inflict on me when he dragged me back, I knew I had fucked up. Please goddess. Please save me from this monster. Anything was better than going back to that house, to that room with him. Well…. anything except death of course. I didn’t want to die. The memory of what I had to face at the hands of this psycho resurfaced and I couldn’t help but tremble even more violently.

The soft click of the door unlocking echoed in the quiet space, and I swallowed and stepped inside, rubbing my sweaty palms against the fabric of my skirt, my gaze scanning the familiar house. “A-Alaric?” I called out shakily, standing at the entrance and glancing around the house. No response. The place was eerily quiet, the lights off and the curtains drawn, casting long shadows across the walls. Great. This felt exactly like the start of a horror movie, where the girl walks into the wrong house and ends up dead. “Alaric, are you there? It’s me, Isla,” I called again, my voice more hesitant this time.

It was an odd scene, but it had a harmonious charm. The film had all the elements of a typical horror movie. A group of friends heard rumors about a haunted house in the city and, excited and curious, decided to live there for a week. During this time, they gradually uncovered the truth about the haunted house and the death of a woman who had once lived there. The movie featured numerous spine-chilling scenes that made Annie shiver, her eyes tightly shut at times. She loved the thrill of watching horror films, but this one felt eerily realistic, sending shivers down her spine.