House Of Leaves Novels & Stories

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

Now, it was a sanctuary for the living. The interior was stark, filled with high ceilings, polished concrete, and floor-to-ceiling glass that looked out into the mist-shrouded woods. But as Kashton carried Leo inside, the house felt strangely small. The heavy, oppressive silence of the place, which he had once cherished, now felt like a vacuum he needed to fill with life. He set Leo down on the massive grey sectional, his movements as careful as if he were handling spun glass. Nora walked in behind him, clutching Maya’s hand. She was limping, her face pale, the adrenaline finally giving way to a bone-deep exhaustion.

Sitting in the dim light of my apartment, I heard the distinctive sound of a door closing from across the hall. A sinister smile crept over my face. Clay was leaving. I slid the glass door to my balcony open and peered down to see his black car pull out of the parking garage, heading north. He's going home, I thought, how convenient. I returned inside, my fingers itching to pry open the book that lay on my coffee table. It wasn't any ordinary book—it was an old folklore tome filled with rituals, spells, and hidden amidst cryptic language, and dark magic.

I have really left my mark. I have never been this deep into the forest before. I am not very good with distances, but I am at least twelve miles away from the house. It is dark and overgrown out here, deep in the forest of the mountain. The woodland seems ominously quiet. I hold my breath, and now that even the sound of my own breathing is silent, all that can be heard is the susurration of the leaves in the gusty wind. Looking up, I am transfixed by the myriad of fluttering leaves that dance in the high boughs, making a living roof above me. I am calmed, almost hypnotised, but the longer I stare, the more the leaves look like eyes staring back down at me and the boughs seem to draw closer,

IRIS’S POV The safe house wasn’t actually a house at all. It was a massive, converted industrial loft tucked away in a corner of DUMBO that smelled like bitter turpentine, expensive floor wax, and the kind of unwashed ambition that only exists in New York. The space was huge and hollow, with exposed brick that looked like it had seen a century of secrets. Outside, the rain was absolutely hammering against the reinforced glass windows, turning the lights of the Manhattan skyline into a jagged, grey watercolor that bled into the East River.

I let out a cry. The footsteps behind are louder and are moving faster. I look behind me in the darkened hallway, waiting for whatever’s behind me to appear in the yellow dim light. I wait there anxiously, the nerves in my body make me almost want to vomit. The footsteps stop just before the light, I still can’t see whatever it is as it waits in the darkness. No sound is heard, the air around grew intense, my nerves were all over the place as I stared into the darkness in front of me. Just then the light above blew out letting out a loud pop. From behind I can feel the presence of someone. I can feel someone breathing on the back of my neck as I sit there too terrified to look behind me. “We

Tory seems to have everything together she basically planned everything by herself and I just agreed She said we need to drug him so that it’s possible to get him without a fight we found a abandoned house that had a basement and away from anyone and decided it would be the perfect spot to start I looked up the address and found it for sell at auction so we had to win at a bidding war I had been saving since I was 15 so I was able to get the house for 10,000 it was just a small cabin I would fix it up later for anything we needed but for now we decided to work on the basement gutting it and installing soundproof walls and floors tapered with plastic for easy removal the perfect torture room

Kat said in a bit of excitement. "Maybe you should reconsider," Matteo urged. "She says she wants to visit this store, so we will visit this store Matteo," Aiden asserted. "As you wish," Matteo sighed as he ushered them to the door of the store. As they entered, the smell of burning sage greeted them. The soft glow of crimson-coloured lights made the ambiance feel like one from a creepy horror movie. "Welcome to House of Kader," a smiling middle-aged man greeted from behind the counter.

“The heir you forgot is finally home.” The front door groaned as I turned the key, a sound like a dry bone snapping. The air inside was ancient. It smelled of cedar, dust, and the sharp, metallic tang of a furnace that hadn’t been lit in a decade. I clicked on my flashlight. The beam cut through the darkness, illuminating furniture shrouded in white sheets. In the gloom, they looked like a congregation of ghosts, waiting for a service that would never begin. This house wasn’t built for living; it was built for hoarding.

As if the biggest hazard in the garden had needed underlining from the other side of a decade. I closed the book partway and pressed the page’s edge to my lip. The paper tasted like time and rotten lemons. I looked at the door, half expecting it to open on a woman in a velvet robe saying “put that down, darling, you’ll ruin your taste for despair.” But no woman was there. Just Elky with eyes glued to the security monitors. Just the house and the rain and the lamp that had decided to sputter at the worst possible sentence.