Novel & Cerita House Of Leaves

I don't think, I know what I'm doing. Mr. Garcia was right this might not be such a great idea, I didn't realise how big this hospital was yesterday. The possibility that I might get lost here, was very high. Being so lost in my thoughts, I almost didn't notice that I reached some kind of hall, it looked like a hall, but it was the cafeteria. Almost nobody was there so I walked in casually and found an empty table. I sat there took a deep breath and it smelled like, you know, a hospital. There weren't many patients, but this one patient was staring at me. I thought he wasn't staring at me so I looked behind me, but there was no one behind me.

The house looms before is in no time, standing with leaves hiding it, blending it into the background to make it look more like a pile of leaves than a house. The only thing that presents itself as a house are the windows that rebound the cars lights as we pull up outside. “Remember, this is a quick visit Lilith. Let them have the time they’ve requested,” Theo warns. But I’m to excited, climbing from the car before he can finish his sentence and I’m by the front door, knocking on the dark green wood. The door opens just as Theo’s hand rests itself on my hip and Leo stands there in a suit, despite being in his own home.

The perfect house to start a family. Stark white walls were something I have always searched for in a home. The steel stair rails coloured a dark wooden brown brings warmth to the space. The massive atria skylight reflects so much natural light and in the nights the sky is a magnificent view, one can only wish for a star filled evening to leave you in a state of admiration. The place of new beginnings, 27 Great Ambrose Street, a traditional cast-iron loft, the duplex also has oversized windows, original wood-beamed ceilings, contemporary finishes, and views of the surrounding neighbourhoods and all the way down to the World Trade Centre.

As I flipped through the pages, reading her increasingly worrisome thoughts, the moonlight reflected off of shiny black leather. Sitting down the diary, I reached into the box, grasping the strange book. It was all black. When I’d first looked at it, the binding appeared to be leather, but it doesn’t feel or look like any leather I’ve ever seen. It was far too soft, similar to suede. The material seemed to be stretched over a symbol and as I circled my ring finger along the ridges, the padlock holding it shut popped open. “Not fucking creepy at all.”

Good thing he came back where he belongs safely. The house has a lawn with grass that is length below our knees, the house is made of metal and stones clash them flawlessly in a cyberpunk futuristic style and it seems he hadn't cleaned his house for months. Let the search begin.

It was probably nothing, he thought **. Adams led Ichabod to a small house close to the market’s street. They had parked Simon’s car somewhere close, so they had to trek. It was already getting dark and only few houses around had electricity. Ichabod followed, wondering whom they were about to meet. Was she a sort of witch or a demon? He couldn’t say, yet his curiosity got the better part of him. As they got to the balcony of the house, Adams pushed the door opened and they were enveloped by the blackness of the interior. Ichabod could perceive the scent of dried herbs mixed with chemicals.

Verosha answered with her usual cold voice and Lium just nodded in understanding. The video went on and one secret trap door that led to a basement began showing what Leafa was told him earlier. It was filled with dust, unwelcome rats, and dirt from cigarettes. The lights were also flickering and the wall around the basement was full of stains of blood with oil which made it look haunted. “It was like a hunted house in an amusement park.” Lium smirked a little when he compared it to an amusement park haunted house theme.

Page after page. And somewhere in between those sketches… I saw it. Growth. Not perfect But real. I closed the book gently. This one… was coming with me. ****** Evening settled in quietly, without needing to announce itself. And somehow… the house had changed. Not empty. just lighter. Spaces had opened up. Shelves stood bare. Corners that once held something now held… nothing. Leo stood in the middle of the sitting room again, turning slowly as he took it all in.