House Of Mirrors Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

"Horrible? It was far worse. The mansion was musty and gloomy, the light coming from the rapid lightning was adding more horror. Even standing in the presence of that mansion made my heart race and a cold felt shiver ran down my spine. I continued to walk past the front door with the howling sound of wind." "The crooked door was left ajar, I pushed the door with my shivering hands and entered the spooky mansion." "Everything was silent and still, it was dark from inside however the moonlight shining through the broken windows helped me to move on. My nostrils filled up with a rotten smell. As I moved forward I saw cobwebs, layers of dust everywhere, ripped curtains, chandelier with broken st

With strong shoulders, closing Celeste. He looked at his reflection in the broken piece of mirror that hung over the sink. Perhaps the beautiful face could still be brighter than the sun and the moon, but the truth was slowly distorting those lines, turning him into a new man. Embraced by the memories, Adelard fell further back. The sensation of a sharp knife in his back, just below his right shoulder blade, was intense, all too real, something that broke the whole notion of imagination. "Why?" he whispered. "Why did you do that?"

As she turned the sink’s faucet on, stuck her hands under the water (dammit if he couldn’t hear the water trickling over her hands, against the porcelain), she froze, gazing into the mirror over the sink, entranced by something only she could see. The voices in Andrew’s head kept screaming and the water from the faucet kept trickling into the sink, though the video feed made no sound . . . *** For a moment Deyquan forgot they were watching recorded footage, tempted to yell at Lizzy Tillman: Get the fuck out! Run! Freaky-ass kid’s getting closer! Get your ass out of there, now..! The video flickered. Rippling with static. The mirror’s glass melted and formed liquid hands—the best Deyquan coul

She consumed everything. After she finished her dinner, Adeline explored the room some more. The room was fool-proof. There was nothing in it with which she could hurt herself, even if she wanted to. The window and mirror were unbreakable. The bathtub had no stopper. The lamps were screwed onto their surfaces. Nothing could be used as a weapon in case Natasha tried to hurt herself. Adeline couldn't help but admire Damien a little. He had thought of everything.

Crash! Adeline flinched as the sound of shattering glass echoed from the other wing of the house. The sudden commotion pulled her from her seat; a storm was brewing, and she could already guess the source. In the hallway, a scene of domestic tyranny unfolded. Eleanor stood over one of the maids, her face contorted with a rage that aged her beyond her years. At her feet lay a mangled designer dress and a shattered glass, the floor a hazardous mosaic of liquid and shards.

The floors were polished marble, and the walls were decorated with photographs of beaches, mountains, and fancy events that looked like scenes from old Hollywood. There was a faint smell of fresh flowers — roses, maybe — drifting from somewhere deeper inside. I swallowed hard. “I think this house is bigger than my entire life.” Adeline snorted. “Come on. Let me show you around before you get dramatic.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me through a hallway that looked like it belonged in a museum. “This is Adrian’s room,” she said as we passed a door on the left. “Don’t enter unless you want to die. He hates people touching his stuff.”

It swung open revealing a skinny guy with glasses and confusion stamped on his face. “Uh, can I help you?” “Where’s Adeline?” “She’s upstairs but who...” I shouldered my way past him which wasn’t hard considering I weighed more than him. “Hey! You can’t go in there. They are in the middle of something.” A dangerous pulse throbbed in my head. If they were having sex, I swear to... I opened the door all the way and froze. No, not sex but something even worse. I ignored the pounding steps of spectacles who kept blabbering that I shouldn’t be here when I’m already here. Before me, George had his hands on her thighs and she looked uncomfortable.

Adrian did not respond. He opened it. The screen loaded slowly. Fragmented data. Incomplete entries. Then one line stabilized. Anna leaned closer. UNSCHEDULED SUBJECT MIRRORING EVENT DETECTED Silence. Anna frowned. “What is mirroring event.” Adrian answered quietly, “Cross-subject identity echo formation outside controlled parameters.” Silence. Anna looked at him. “That sounds like what happens between us.” Adrian did not deny it. Instead he said, “Yes.” Silence. Anna scrolled slightly.