House Of Leaves Novels & Stories

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

Unlike her heavy metal and something else mix to make a big whole cabin, this house purely made from mud, small one with a rocking chair and small coffee table next to it, and a waist length fences in front of the cottage with a few hanging pot above the fences. While it's the only house in the middle of the woods, not far from the opposite side of the cottage, there's an abandoned house, the walls made from some type of leaves already ripped apart, leaving a big hole and a view of the inside, darkness looming as if there's another creature inside staring straight into her eyes, but what she haven't face yet?. Those creatures always knocking on her door, she get too used to it that she sleep

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

He laughed, “There’s another reason I chose here. So open your damn eyes and look around.” I obeyed and didn’t understand. It was dark, overhead was pitchblack and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what was making that shuffling noise above. It sounded like birds. Then there was a bang above as I saw a flash of light before dust started to fall. For a brief moment I saw how high the ceiling was, floor to ceiling thousands of books lined the dark wooden shelves. The shuffling? I swore they were oddly shaped birds, maybe even bats? My eyes tried focusing but it was hopeless, whatever was up there didn’t want me to see it. The dust though, as my eyes were guided down following one speck

When I opened the door, a blast of cold air hit me like a wave. It reminded me of that scary time after a really tough delivery, when I was shivering and truly thought that I might not make it. Matthew Smith's voice came from behind me, sounding totally surprised. "Shirley? It's freezing out there. Come on in!" He did not even seem to care that I was sporting a six-month old baby bump. He pushed me aside roughly, but he was super gentle with the person he was bringing inside.

The doors open to a gorgeous foyer with towering ceilings, “Welcome home.” Anthony’s voice is low as he steps out of the elevator and ensures that no one is around. I step out and admire the golden chandelier hanging just above me, “Thanks, I guess.” “Well,” Anthony says, gesturing to the space in front of him, “This is the grand hall. To you right through the hall is the kitchen, living room and office area. Bedrooms are on the second level, the stairs are to your left, your room is the first door on the right. I have decorated but as I do not know your preferences, it is still quite bare. The rooftop is open for your use but I ask that if you cannot handle heights, do not go up there. Any

At the time of the call, Mom and I had hiked to the peak of a snow-capped mountain to fulfill our dream of seeing a rare flower that bloomed there. I said softly, "No, we wouldn't. You're too greedy, and you'll always think the best of the things you didn't get. If I hadn't ended things when I had, I would've ended up like how Hannah is now." I vaguely heard Christopher start to weep, but I hung up without listening any further. As Mom and I descended the mountain, I received a push notification on a news update. "Former heir of the Shaw family takes life in nursing home."

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.

I sat cross-legged on my living room floor, wearing nothing but an oversized black t-shirt that barely reached my thighs, my dark hair spilling loose over my shoulders. The air smelled of damp wood and the vanilla candle flickering on my coffee table, casting jittery shadows across the room. In my hands was a leather-bound book I’d picked up at a flea market that morning—an impulse buy, its pages yellowed and etched with strange symbols. I thought it was just some occult novelty, but boredom and the storm’s restless energy had me flipping through it, reading aloud words I didn’t understand.

I whispered. "He didn't want the world back," Dante said, looking at the veins as they began to wrap around the harpoons. "He wanted to replace it. With something that never dies." The ground beneath us began to shake. "Mommy, what's that?" Leo pointed to the center of the cottage. The stone walls were splitting. A massive, white tree was bursting through the roof, its branches covered in silver leaves that hummed with a familiar, digital frequency. "The Red Room," I said. "It wasn't a place."