House Of Horrors Series Novels & Stories

"Emma went out to meet a client today. Could it be her in the elevator?" Anna's face went completely pale. "Oh my God. I was already joking with her about being wrapped up like a burrito. She's only been here a month. This is too horrible." Seeing the blood on the floor, others gasped in shock. "She just graduated from grad school. So young, and already…" "She was a little strange at first, but she was a good person. How could something like this happen to her?" The murmurs grew louder, filled with stunned disbelief and sorrow.

The shadows around my feet rise in answer, forming faint shapes: hooded figures, scythes, a distant throne of bone. A reminder. *You will be hated. Feared. Hunted.* If I walk into that camp, they’ll know me. They’ll see the snow-white hair, the sharp blue eyes, the unnatural quiet that clings to me like smoke. They’ll see the black veins creeping up my wrist. The feather that won’t leave my palm. And when the first dead thing answers my call—when the shadows move at my command—they will not see a child survivor. They will see the Necromantress.

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

"Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!" So his curse really did come true. I shut my eyes, too drained to feel anything but a hollow calm. And then, something wrenched me upward. The world blurred past, wind screaming in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the place I both knew and dreaded: home. It was December 29th. The manor was strung with gold tinsel and paper snowflakes—every corner bright with seasonal cheer. But I felt no warmth. The festive colors only burned my eyes, sharp and unsettling.

Later, alone in my mausoleum bedroom, I lay in the knife-edged sheets and stared at the ceiling and replayed the look on Claudette Harrow's face when I had not flinched. It was a small thing. Nearly nothing. A tiny, private refusal in the middle of a performance of total compliance. But something in the dark of my chest recognized it as the first evidence that the thing waking up inside me had already begun to act. Nights were the worst. Lying in that perfect bed, tracing ceiling patterns until my vision blurred, the house's silence pressing down like a burial shroud. Sometimes I could swear I heard the walls breathing, in and out, as though the house itself was sentient. Watching. Waiting f

Then I threw them into the room where Nicole was being held. Seeing her bulging eyes and tongue stretched three feet long, they slammed desperately on the door in terror. No one said a word. All they could do was repeatedly use the knives I threw inside to kill Nicole—who could resurrect endlessly. And Nicole, using her long tongue, continued forcing them into desperate corners. By the time I went to collect the remains, the room reeked of blood so thick it stung the nose. There was not a single trace of human tissue left—only pools of blood and minced flesh.

And suddenly she pulled back, as if she'd woken up from a nightmare, and screams broke out of her lips. Hayley's P.O.V It felt like a dream, as I drifted off into the abyss of darkness. My soul lingered between limbo and the underworld. I was slowly being pulled away, down into the underworld. But suddenly, a voice whispered, 'come back' and lights engulfed my entire being.

Nakaramdam siya ng uhaw kaya nagdesisyon siyang bumaba. Nang nasa hagdan na siya ay nakaramdam siya na may dumaan sa ibaba. Tiningnan niya ito pero biglang nawala. Nang papasok na siya sa kusina ay naramdaman niyang may dumaan ulit sa likod niya. Paglingon niya ay wala na naman. Kailan pa naging haunted ang bahay ko eh kakagawa lang nito?

I clear my throat and push his chest a little. When he feel my hands pushing him a little, he released me into his embrace and move away from me a little. I can feel my cheeks turn red the moment I realize that he hug me and I let him. Seriously, Kyna? I don’t even know him even though he introduces himself, it’s still not enough. What if he’s a bad guy? But looking at his face, he looks innocent and he will not harm me. How did he enter my imagination? As far as I know, I can control it but now that he’s here, I can’t. As if, someone’s now in charge in my imagination.

What The Actual Fuck “I said, stay away from her” Henry Roared, jumping onto Henry’s back, his sharp fangs sinking in piercing the side of his neck. Blood trickled down from the wound. “AHH, I hope you like what you tasted because you only get one bite” Thunder growled Reaching over his shoulder, Grabbing Henry by his hair, flinging him across the room, his back Slammed against a nearby wall, shaking the plaster loose as it tumbled on top his head.