House Of Horrors Series Novels & Stories

Plus the fact that they rarely turn on the lights so he didn’t really have the chance to saw the paintings that are hanging in the wall. Blaine… Come here… Go inside Blaine… He heard some voices again but Blaine ignored them thinking that it’s just his imagination playing with him. He immediately walk towards the kitchen until he passed by a strange room bound with a chain and several padlocks. Blaine… Go inside Blaine… Go inside…. Again. But this time the voices seems louder, as if they are just right there behind these doors. He didn’t know but his body moves on its own and was about to hold the touch the chain when someone spoke from behind

Putting out the fire, they easily invaded the territory of the werewolves. “Stay alert!” Deyanira warned. A howl from afar caught her attention. The House was easily seen from where they stood, as it was erected into a small hill. And what she saw on top of it sent shivers down her spine. The large silhouette of a werewolf standing in its two feet, his physique shrouded by darkness with the moonlight perfectly shining down on him. He was hunched back, but it only accentuated his fearsome silhouette. He howled to the moon, and that was when she realized he was the owner of the spine-chilling howl. They had been expecting them.

The oppressive weight of something unseen pressed upon them. “No,” Elior muttered, realization dawning. “That’s not possible.” Then came the whisper, soft at first, like the rustling of dead leaves, but growing, shaping into something more. A voice, familiar and terrible, drifted through the ruins. “You thought you could kill me?” The shadows churned violently, and from the depths of the wreckage, a hand emerged. Not flesh and bone, but something darker, wreathed in mist and glistening with an unnatural sheen. Then, slowly, she rose.

Then at the river. Because suddenly, it wasn’t the house that was haunted. It was her whole life.

Because as soon as Javier hears who I am, he’ll want to finish what he started - the end of the Hayes bloodline. My heart beat now matches my legs, trotting down the hallways as fast as I can. Into my room. Gathering my things. I take only what is necessary - anything that can fit in a duffel bag, because I know I would need to run. Fuck the rest. But the more I move…the more subtle I try to be…the more lost I am. The house is big. But beyond this overwhelming main building, there are others. I haven’t been here long enough to know of other exits, and it makes sneaking around futile.

House of Terror Inside the house, the air was thick with damp rot and fear. Elias walked past the torn couch, into the back room. The door creaked open. The room was dimly lit by a single hanging bulb, buzzing like a dying fly. It reeked of sweat, mold, and fear. And scattered around the room were the girls. Seven of them. Huddled together. Thin. Terrified. Their eyes widened when the door burst open. Some backed into corners. Others began to cry.

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.