House Of Leaves の小説・ストーリー

We all walked inside and entered the living room together, it was extremely large, clean, my eyes shifted to the same white pale walls that I’ve always come to known since I been a child growing up in this house – it Has never changed over the years and no matter how many times I’ve been in this house – it was the same damn reaction, Same thought that screamed in the back of my mind - welcome to your new prison. – no doubt Gary must have wanted his members on pack duties to make them feel at home – A safe place they can call their own. Even when they faced the notion they wouldn’t survive outside their old pack – but For the ones who clung onto some kind hope no matter how small it was – it

He moved through the door and closed it behind him, trying intently not to let it make a strong sound as it latched. He do not remember the turns he took then, never daring to venture up the stairs that sometimes concluded a hallway’s length. Climbing deeper into the house before he was aware of all that was truly around him seemed a daunting, frightening undertaking. He dreaded the way the house so effectively hid what lay ahead of him, reluctantly revealing itself in cryptic patches and sections before the slowly weakening kerosene flame. He had no more than five more minutes navigating the lonesome place narrow passageways before he received another, more ghastly shock. Suddenly the magic

I screamed, trying to call for help, but the sound of a fallen steel blasted me instead. I leaped from my bed. No, not mine, the bed, and planted my gaze in the dark room, struggling to see through the thick darkness. The house was shrouded in a pale mist like cobwebs and dead grasses which leaked from its cracked panels and splintered beams, running across and all over the room. With every cloud of swirling vapour, the house seemed to be breathing deeply, like a dragon with smoking nostrils.

When the vegetation became more spaced and the area began to give way to the land covered by a failed lawn, little by little a house was rising. It wasn't a mansion, but it was very close. It looked like a bungalow of a lost prince, or Tarzan's residence after earning a good fortune. The whole house was made of a shade of dark wood, which made it look like the dry leaves, whose roof slid down as if in an illusion that it was falling. If it were to count for each window, it would be easy to deduce that there would be at least ten rooms on that side, there should still be much more on the other. I realized that I was not the only one to show that I was perplexed, because Joseph and Julya even

when he was about to get a visit from someone that was already dead or had not yet been born so he sat patiently, hoping that someone would pop up but a couple of minutes passed and there was nothing. He stood up and noticed that the house was extremely silent. He walked out of the study and headed to Liam’s room. He wasn’t there. He decided to check on Alice. The last place she said she was going was her room. He got there and she wasn’t there either. He couldn’t smell Layla. She was human so it was easy to pick up her scent from anywhere in the house but this time, it was like she had never been in the house. Jared looked around and he knew that something was wrong. He headed back to his

They made us smell something from the handkerchief making us lose our consciousness. “Fely,” Danny’s weak voice was the last thing I heard before I lost my consciousness. I woke up feeling dizzy. Where am I? I was about to rub my eyes when I realized that I was tied. We were in a room full of darkness. It looks like a storage room because of the boxes at the side. I panicked when I saw Danny lying far from me. I wanted to stand up and run towards her but my feet were tied as well. “Danny!” I called her. She was still sleeping.

I cursed to myself in frustration. Then I remembered. The code. 2212. But I was underwater. I clenched my teeth and opened my mouth slightly, making sure my nostrils remained shut. “2… 2… 1… 2…” I rasped, as bubbles flew out. I pulled the Golden Leaf again, mustering up the final crumbles of strength deep inside me. And it jumped straight to the palm of my hands like a magnet. My hands were on the Golden Leaf. Finally.

“It knows the blood that has been spilled in its halls, the promises that have been broken within its walls. It knows the difference between those who serve and those who take. And it does not know you.” “I wrote this house.” The words burst from Isadora before she could stop them, sharp and defensive. “I built every room, every corridor, every secret passage. I created this world with nothing but ink and paper.” “Did you?” The woman turned her head slightly, not looking directly at Isadora but making her feel seen nonetheless. Her eyes seemed to take in everything—the way Isadora’s hands trembled at her sides, the way she kept her weight shifted as if ready to run, the faint silver lines th

When I glanced at my shoulder, I noticed that Kaine was still staring at the cluster of wolves in the Gutters Square. Which was weird because he didn’t feel anything. I knocked again before pushing the door open and I stepped into the house. The first thing that welcomed me was the smell of wet fabrics, fabrics that were on the wall and used to cover areas in the house. The roof was leaking, and the wall that was visible had multiple cracks and so did the door. The place looked like an incomplete house. Was Leith building this for him and his mother? Or was he planning to take her out of here?

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