House Of Leaves Novels & Stories

With his devilish good looks and a laugh like that, I knew I was in danger even without everything else that had happened before this. "Come on now. Time to eat." Emmett declared as he led me out of the room, leaving no space for argument. I took in the dark green walls that seemed to be a theme throughout the entire house if you could even call it a house. The place was massive, as big as a mansion. A black runner spread through the hall and down a set of stairs leading to a grand entrance. A chandelier that must have cost a fortune hung from the ceiling. It was huge enough to dance on just like the light did on the intricate placements of crystals, allowing the light to reflect beautifully

Or even my pack. This was not my room. I repeated springing awake and staring in awe. The room was way bigger than the small bedroom of mine at the Packhouse. The red drapes against the black stone.. Except that wasn't stone. It was obsidian. Obsidian was rare and extremely valuable yet durable all the same. I had heard the stone was able to last for decades against all kinds of plunders. Who in their right mind had enough gold to spend on an obsidian room? I groaned rubbing my temples feeling as though the shadows stretching along the wall was watching me. I eyed it warily along with the strange room. Where in Goddesses name was I?

He looked torn between things I couldn’t decipher. I felt my lips tremble slightly. I knew I shouldn’t but was I to do? “I know.” I sounded so timid, just as I felt. “I’ll leave.” I picked up my bag and shoved the book I’d intended to read but had slept off quite shortly after picking it up into it. I didn’t need a constant reminder that I wasn’t wanted. “Leah, wait…” I shook my head no and continued my search for the door. His house was so fucking huge that finding the entrance felt like the triwizard tournament puzzle game in Harry Potter.

She looks up at me when I move toward one of the shelves, picking a book at random, and sit down. “What are you doing home so soon?” “Nothing,” I reply, and it’s the honest truth. “I’m doing absolutely nothing.” I open the book, flipping through a few pages while the house whispers around us, sending a soft gust of air skittering around the room. I smooth a page down, but the spirit of the house, in a playful, annoying mood, sprints around me–a phantom of silent chaos. A single page rustles before falling flat, and it’s a picture of a forest, lightning bugs dancing, blinking in the gaps between trees.

Only the moment she stumbled inside the said room a loud, shrill scream erupted from within her lips, the glass of water quickly breaking into million pieces as it fell to the hardwooden floor. There, in the dim lighting of a floor lamp stood the tall silhouette of a male, dressed into a neat black tuxedo that snugly fit his lean physique, the top hat adorning his head faintly shadowing his heavily painted face, making his appearance all the more frightening as she stared, completely frozen. Black smokey shadows circled his dark eyes, starkly contrasting that white smearing the rest of his features and that deep, burgundy red over his lips, stretched into two fine lines across his cheeks, hi

The petals trembled gently, like a wave goodbye. Mom stared at the flowers. Tears fell again. But she smiled. "Lily," she whispered. "Is that you?" No one answered. The wind passed through, and the petals swayed once more. Then everything grew still. I looked down and saw my body beginning to fade, bit by bit, like mist evaporating in sunlight. I was finally leaving. I looked at them one last time. At the moment I disappeared completely, I heard Noah speak. "Mom, was Lily just here?"

"Ian, stop being mad already, okay? If you keep this up, people will only laugh at us. I already had your work card reactivated, and your spending limit restored too. You should be satisfied now." Alas, the only thing that answered her was dead silence. After waiting for what felt like forever, June finally lost all patience and went to the administrator for the spare key. The moment the door opened, her eyes widened in disbelief. My dorm room was completely empty. The blanket on the bed had been folded neatly, but a thin layer of dust had already settled over it. The cabinets that used to be packed with my belongings now sat hollow and bare. Even my toothbrush and towel were gone from the s

Now, it was a sanctuary for the living. The interior was stark, filled with high ceilings, polished concrete, and floor-to-ceiling glass that looked out into the mist-shrouded woods. But as Kashton carried Leo inside, the house felt strangely small. The heavy, oppressive silence of the place, which he had once cherished, now felt like a vacuum he needed to fill with life. He set Leo down on the massive grey sectional, his movements as careful as if he were handling spun glass. Nora walked in behind him, clutching Maya’s hand. She was limping, her face pale, the adrenaline finally giving way to a bone-deep exhaustion.