House Of Leaves Novels & Stories

My mouth is dry, tongue glued to the roof, and there’s a taste in the back of my throat like old pennies and wildfire. I try to focus, but the room won’t hold still. The ceiling’s warped, and the stains have multiplied, crawling across the plaster like the beginnings of mold. I blink hard, trying to reset, and the whole thing shifts—my apartment ceiling strips itself away in ribbons, revealing a lattice of tree limbs, black and raw against a winter sky. They’re so real I can see the frost biting along the branches, the delicate cradles of snow balanced on each knot and joint.

He tries pushing the door but it is loose, it opens easily and he can tell that someone was here before which was so weird, he enters the room and it is filled with cobwebs and it looks so messy. He clears of the dust from the bed and everything he touched, he spots a small notbook down on the floor and picks it, clears the dust from it and opens it. It looked like a diary and had a lot of writings in it, he opens the pages, he comes to a page written in a language he cannot understand, he has a feeling there is a strong meaning behind the words though he totally had no clue of what it meant. He takes it and puts it in his pocket. He goes on walking and trying to check on everything he left

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

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

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?

His wolf wanted him to get back into the truck and drive away, but he had promised Isobel he’d find her friend. He lumbered up the steps to the porch, the magic growing stronger. The white front door hung ajar, revealing a gaping maw of darkness. The yellow streetlight from the street outside cast long, skeletal shadows across the living room, illuminating the destruction in stark, unsettling relief. The air inside the bungalow tasted heavy and musty, with a hint of metallic from the magical aura that hung in the air. Furniture was overturned, its stuffing ripped out in grotesque, snow-like clumps. The sofa lay on its back, its metal springs exposed like a ribcage. Books torn from their shel