House Of Leaves Novels & Stories

The moonlight filtered through the forest, casting its glow onto an ancient manor. Andrew sat in a large leather chair, his fingers gently tapping on the wooden armrest. His gaze was as deep as the ocean. Ever since I left, everything in the manor had remained the same as when I had gone. The violin I loved still sat by the fireplace in the living room, and my favorite cup was still on the dining table. But I would never return. Andrew stared at our wedding photo hanging on the wall, studying the faint sorrow in our eyes. I used not to understand the sadness in Andrew's gaze, but now I did.

(Isabella’s POV) The safe house was a tomb, filled with the ghosts of a life that wasn't mine. Dust sheets covered the heavy, ornate furniture, and the air was thick with the stale, stagnant scent of time. The brutal, adrenaline fueled escape from Bianchi’s gala felt a world away, but the true horror of the night was just beginning to settle in my bones, a cold, creeping dread that no locked door could keep out.

The 14-B virus recoiled, the red veins turning to gray ash as Leo’s mortal rhythm provided the ultimate override. Leo fell to his knees in the courtyard, his blood spreading across the basalt in a map of his own sovereignty. He looked up at the camera, his gold eyes wide and unfocused. “Mommy…” he whispered, his voice a ghost in the static. “I can feel… the whole house… beating inside my arm.” I looked at my own stone hand. The fingers didn't just twitch. They curled into a fist. But the tungsten rod in the atmosphere was no longer whistling.

Samson moved forward and wrapped his hands around the door handle and slowly pulled open the unlocked door. The door begrudgingly creaked open. A musty, dank order creep into their noses. The house was dead silent except for the intermittent creaks and moans. Black and brown mold dotted the ceiling in clusters, evident of rain seeping through the roof. They quietly entered the dark living room. Wallpaper lay curled on the floor. Picture frames hanged off-centered. Sharp shadows roamed around the room. A misplaced grand bookcase stood by the corner of the room, undisturbed for a long time.

"Hello. I was sent to bring you to the William's house" They successfully arrived, Kehna and her father were wowed by their house more like a mansion. Kehna was still busy gasping and looking around when she heard someone yell " Kehna!" She turned and the next thing she felt was the weight of Ruby, who jumped on her. "I'm so happy you came" Kehna smiled slightly leaving Ruby unsatisfied with her response "Let's go inside," Ruby said but Kehna quickly held her wrist as a sign for her to wait... "Wait Ruby, we didn't bring anything"

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.

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.

Hence why the journey to the House of the Wolves took a whole day. When we arrived, it was already night. And when we went past the dense woods hiding the werewolves’ race, I finally saw the town proper in its glory. The town looked peaceful at night. Though the streets were empty, the streetlights gave light to the inhabited houses whose people must already be asleep. I observed the houses and streets as the convoy quietly passed the town. We climbed a small hill to reach the House, the familiar obsidian mansion with sharp tower roofs, and that same, deeply unsettling feeling reached the pit of my stomach and made me squirm in my seat. I do think my first obstacle has come—being comfortable

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.