Inanimate Insanity Suitcase Novels & Stories

“She’s packing the records. She thinks she can slide through the perimeter gates like a ghost.” Kaelen didn't bother using the iron master key card. He stepped forward, raising his heavy combat boot, and violently kicked the center of the double doors. The heavy oak lock shattered with a deafening crack, the doors swinging wide to slam against the interior stone walls. Susan gasped loudly, a small, silver-trimmed leather travel case slipping from her fingers to crash onto the plush velvet carpet. She had stripped out of her ruined formal wear and was dressed in a dark, structured wool traveling coat. Her vibrant red hair, usually pinned into a flawless updo, was spilling over her shoulders i

The examiner asked, pushing a different picture towards him, one that I hadn't seen before. It was a picture of an open suitcase. The contents weren't for someone with a faint heart. A heart placed nicely in the center of the suitcase, along with neatly piled guts and other body parts and the most prominent one being the severed dark head placed right beside the heart. The suitcase soaked with blood.

“You’re so needy.” “No i’m not. And you’re crazy.” I was breathing hard, feeling a raw flame inside me. I know it, my body is aflame, needing this man inside me. I barely noticed when my dress came off— he didn’t take them off the normal way. He tore them. Something clicked in the distance but despite the darkness, I could tell it was a suitcase. I have no idea what is inside the suitcase and that alone makes me nervous. Tension settles in my body, my stomach heavy and filled with dread—yet excitement.

I strained to hear clearly, but the lack of air inside the suitcase made my thoughts grow foggy. I instinctively gasped for breath, but it didn't help. My consciousness began to drift, and a faint metallic smell of blood reached my nose. In despair, I thought, 'Am I really going to suffocate and die in this suitcase?'

I'm lying do not feel yourself I whisper in my mind " you sure ?? " I do not reply instead I disengage from him, he walk over to the sitting area, where he really drags out a medium suitcase out of " it contains her clothes and toys. he goes back to grab another " and her food " this time a bag. okayyyyy I collect the bag from him and walk out GOD this thing is heavy ♣♦♥♠≠≠≠≠≠♣♥♦♠

The package inside was not even opened. Letitia unwrapped one and took out the white inhibitor inside, "Do you want to do it yourself or should I help you?"

TWENTY-FOUR Bayou Cypress Pavilion for the Criminally Insane New Orleans “MAMA?” CROAKED JEANNINE. The sound of her voice echoed dully in the ruins of the asylum. The corpse-thing that had been Cassandra LaRue began a side-shuffling, slow limp toward them. Beetles and roaches streamed from underneath rotted clothing. “That’s far enough,” said Curtis, when the creature had closed the distance between them to five feet. He produced a pistol he’d taken from the body of one of the Major’s guards.

Beeruss went inside and then i hit the metal door with my power causing it to break. I didn't expect that what I did today was even worse than the attack. "Now Daemon, are you surprised?" I said to him then I stepped towards them, there were many of them inside and that's where I saw them. A woman who was inside where daemon and I were earlier, she was in a glass full of green liquid. But I was even more shocked because the woman inside was a child whose body had already decomposed. He still has some flesh but you can really tell that this person has been dead for a long time who was just dug out of the pit.

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.

She quickly looked away, her heart pounding harder. Finally, Aariz stopped before a set of double doors carved with intricate designs. He pushed them open, revealing a room that stole her breath. It wasn’t just a room—it was a fortress. Rich carpets, heavy curtains, a bed larger than any she had ever seen, draped in black and crimson. On one side, a shelf of books, on the other, a cabinet of weapons—guns, knives, gleaming under dim light. And at the center, on the wall opposite the bed, a massive painting of a beast—its eyes red, its fangs bared, its claws dripping with blood.