Hounds Backrooms Novels & Stories

Our gazes never wavered from the figure stalking toward us; its eyes appearing larger with each step it took. The hound was massive — its head coming just below my chin. Its scent was cedar, smoke, and something earthy. When the light of the moon finally landed upon it, I noticed how inky its body was. Its fur had black essence floating around it, teeth long and sharp, paws so massive that it could crush my skull in without much effort. With every growl, the hound's lips curled back, and out its mouth came to a trail of smoke.

He went back to his car. From the time he had been back in the country, he had never gone to his house. He spent the few days in a lodge but his money was running out, he had no option but to go back to his place. The only worry he had was that his house was being watched especially after that time he talked to the strange voice on the phone. He decided to drive back to the house. He had exchanged his Chevrolet for a Volkswagen for fear of being found. He reached the area and surveyed it from a distance. It was as quiet as he had left it. There was total darkness. He could only see the light coming from the backyard where his carnage was. He got out of the car and ran to the fence. He climbe

The pale morning light crept through the letterbox sized windows of the den slowly, casting a stark glow over the rows of beds before crawling up the back wall. The scent of blood mingled with the musty scent of damp and cheap perfume as the girls silently let the night pass them by.

“Don’t you remember? It was the day you rushed off to your seaside date with Natalie. If you had bothered to look down for even a second, you’d have seen exactly what you were signing. But you didn’t.” The blood drained from his face. He trembled, voice breaking. “I was a fool, Clarissa. Please, give me another chance…” I cut him off, glancing at the puppy squirming in his arms. “Annie wanted a puppy when she first learned to talk. Why are you only giving her one now? “Because Natalie’s allergic to dog hair. You really are a good father, Jared. But you’ve always loved Natalie more.” His eyes grew increasingly desperate.

"Mom, I meant what I said earlier, I—" I cut him off. "Talking's easy. I ran that house for fifty years. Think you can?" Anton froze, then nodded. Said he'd spend the rest of his life proving it. So we let him stay. But the next morning—first day of the new year—I got word Steven was dead. He'd been home when Fiona, mid-episode, knocked over a candle. The place went up. They both didn't make it. I blinked once. Then got to work—handled the forms, inherited his estate.

I arrived at Ohio at past seven and headed straight to the location Don gave me. I looked at her instructions and all I needed to do was to set the beautiful master piece on fire but I had to get something from an underground room. I parked my car at a safe distance from the mansion. Somewhere dark and unnoticeable precisely. Once I was a hundred percent confident with my choice of stationing I got changed into a pair of leather pants and a black hoodie. I laced up my boots and got down from the car with a gun tucked behind my pockets.

My eyes were burning. There was a strong odor. No one was bothered, so I did not say anything. The odor was making my head spin. “It’s the hounds,” Rosalia whispered. “They smell bad, even from far away.” “Hounds?” Why were hounds brought here? “They are to eat the bodies of the animals,” she said. “Ah…,” I murmured as if it was perfectly normal to feed the bodies of prisoners to hounds. Men and some women soon carried the remains of bodies from the forest. The forest was where the hunt was happening. We were seated right outside it.

"Those jerks! The players here are horrible. They stitched my mouth shut! "They even tried to pull out my stuffing to start a fire. I wanna go home. Waaahh!" I touched my burnt, brittle hair. I wanted to go home, too. We clung to each other and cried, completely unaware that everything we did was being watched through the live feed. [This is hilarious. How does an SSS dungeon end up with monsters this weak?] [The strong ones probably already got wiped out by Big V and his team. Only these little leftovers are still alive.]

The timestamps were clearly labeled. There weren't any more explicit pictures, but the few that were posted were more than enough when paired with the explosive headline and the flood of comments underneath. ["Innocent" Campus Heartthrob Spotted Sneaking Into Storage Room With Older Woman] It felt as if all the blood in my body rushed straight to my head. My ears rang loudly, drowning out everything else. I could see Wallace's mouth moving in front of me, but I couldn't hear a single word he was saying.

Duncan’s roar shakes the foundation of the concrete room our pack huddles in, his grief ripping through him. It was some of our Hounds that found the bodies this morning, lying there in shreds in the middle of Millennium Park. Our Hounds are just as they sound, pack members that serve as police officers and homicide detectives by day. We all have our place, a way for us to blend in seamlessly. We all hold jobs like anyone else; civil servants, politicians, physicians, CEOs, bakers and students. Unless it’s a full moon, it’s nearly impossible to know we’re anything different than humans.