Horrors In This House Novels & Stories

"She won't be done 'til morning. Jobs are hard to come by these days—she's too scared to step out of line." With that, Mr. Gabelman started tearing at Madison's clothes. "Don't you want to know what it feels like doing it in someone else's home?" Mr. Gabelman's bloated body looked absolutely repulsive on camera. They went from the living room to the master bedroom—didn't even separate to shower. I nearly threw up watching it.

But now, as I recalled the unnatural red flush on her cheeks after walking from the bookshelves, numerous tear tracks on her face, and the incessant panting and gasping, even the bit of slick on Ivan's lips I noticed. I suddenly realized that they had been doing such indecent things in my private study under my nose. By right, I should have been outraged after hearing that they did it in my study that day, but funnily enough, I didn't feel worked up or nauseated as Ivan continued whispering about the naughty things they did while I was now trapped in this haunted house. Instead, I felt an indescribable hollowness. My body was reacting shamelessly and begging to be filled with something.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

He should know how to fix this. “I feel as if you are ready to take me to school and teach me a few things before handing me, my ass.” “Please don’t tempt me. Stop, hold it, what’s that?” Her green light crept over the walls up ahead and then settled on the ground. “That’s what I was afraid of, shit.” “What were you afraid of?” “Whoever is doing this found a location that wasn’t cleaned up. Maybe they just haven’t collapsed it yet. It means it’s a perfect place to find some more gory ritual ingredients and supplies.”

Why did I agree to go with him. As if reading my thoughts he said "Don't be scared am not kidnapping you ,we will soon get there" I didn't say anything. After 5minutes he pulled over at a magnificent storey building I suspected to be an estate. So he was bringing me to his house all along. "Let's go in"he said. It was snowing so we ran in,the compound was beautiful ,we entered what I later got to know was an elevator. I have never entered one before,the elevator started moving upwards,to tell you the truth I was anxious.

I already washed up myself so I was fine. I thought I will get rid of this man once I leave that house but he is getting close to me like a glue. If I wanted my life to be like this then his mansion was much better. At least I don't have to do such jobs and want to see him like this ....fully drunk, reeks of alcohol and cigarette , drugs and then threw up on me. He never come in four legs to that mansion because he is afraid of his mother.

Who would get me out of this trouble should I land myself in one, though? I approached the stairs, placed a foot on it and gauged it just to be sure that it will not collapse at any point. Most part of the wood has already been eaten up by termites. This house looks exactly like those abandoned building in the horror movies that I watch where evil men kidnap or lure vulnerable, naïve and innocent girls to, starve them and eventually kill them without anyone finding out about it.

She pointed to the jar of sugar placed on the table. Hearing the word "sugar" Zren, Xhyne, and Zhen's bodies suddenly stiffened, they stopped eating and all looked at the jar of white sugar placed on the table. The memories of the terrifying horror movie they watched last night started to creep them out. The movie they watched was entitled, "Sugar." The story all started because the protagonist dumbly consumed the hundred years old sugar that she found in her new house. However, little did she know that it was a cursed sugar that later on caused all the mysterious and scary events that happened in her life.

“Nothing’s new. Still the horror house from years ago.” *** “It’s not that scary. Right, dad?” Little Trestan asked his dad who heard him cursed a lot of times now. “Y-Yeah.” “How about you, mom? Are you scared?” “Not really, baby. As long as I am with you two. I am not afraid.” She smiled. *** “Mom…” Trestan felt a sudden heartache when he remembered those words from his mother. Then he remembered the time when they got out of the horror house.

I turned and saw Harmony halfway up the ladder to my bed, half of her body crawling under my mosquito net. Her expression was grotesquely exaggerated, filled with fear as she stared at me. I let out a terrified scream and jumped upright from my bed in shock. The following scream came from Harmony, louder than mine, and then there was a crash as she fell off my bed, landing hard on the floor.