Incidents Around The House Audiobook Novels & Stories

Day three. "Is anyone alive? Please, answer me!" The voice came from the family channel, filled with terror and despair. It was Aunt Linda, but she sounded nothing like the elegant woman she used to be. "I'm in the wine cellar! Is anyone else alive?" "Me too!" Uncle Marcus's voice trembled. "But I can hear monsters all over the place!" I watched the carnage inside the house on my monitors. Bodies were strewn across the living room, the carpet stained a deep brown with blood.

I watched as Kait raced through the files and found the one for Erin's attack, and then, when she found it, I felt the room shift again, as she changed the room, and I watched as the reality shifted to Erin's house, when she was five. "Never would I thought would I see this, ever again." Erin spoke up after being silent for so long. "I didn't honestly think that it was ever recorded." "Well," I spoke up after letting myself cool down. "Give your family credit. They knew were to live. They picked an area where it was populated and had lots of traffic lights." Everyone around me watched as Elizabeth made her way towards the house and went ahead to do her damage. Inside of Erin's house was wher

I growl through our link. “Alpha? I’m on my way, so is Doc,” he replies, his voice strained with worry. “What’s wrong?” “F-Fiona.” I cough, beating on my chest. I don’t take my eyes off Fiona, afraid that if I do, she’ll disappear. “House burned down,” I growl. The inferno still burns behind us, now large enough that neighbors have started coming out. “…at?! Who set th…” I blink against the heat as a woman rushes over, her phone to her ear. She’s yelling something, but I turn my attention back to Fiona.

“It appeared it happened a week ago and this time it was an entire family, abducted from their residence. Neighbors confirmed they hadn’t seen them in a week and had assumed they traveled until they woke up this morning to see the house was on fire.” “How am I just hearing of this? How come there were no reports of the burning house all day?” Shane thundered, his anger getting the best of him. I’d never seen him so angry before that the intensity of his fury made me jump in my seat, with my heart rate increasing. He must have noticed my reaction because an expression of remorse crossed his face and he walked towards me, leaning down to kiss my temple. “Forgive me, angel. I’ll be back soon,”

THIRTY-SIX HOURS REMAINING – BEACH HOUSE – 3:47 AM The alarm screamed. Chaewon bolted upright, already reaching for the weapon on her nightstand. Beside her, Jian was doing the same. "Perimeter breach," Han's voice crackled through the house speakers. "Multiple hostiles. North and east sides. They're coming fast." "Everyone up!" Chaewon shouted. "Defensive positions!" The family moved with practiced efficiency. Three years of peace hadn't made them soft—just careful. They'd drilled for this.

She asked as they became confused. "What are you talking about Angela?" Mr Fredrick asked her as she gulped. "Am scared dad... Let's just leave this house,,, some thing is just not right" Angela cried looking behind in fear. "What are you saying Angela?" Her mom queried "I heard a voice in my room... A little girl's voice and then my light went off and there was thunder, wind and lightening" Angela explained as they laughed heartily. She stared at them in annoyance. "How come none of you understand me? Am so sure of what I heard " She said

“No…” Aurelia heard it too. A vibration. Deep. Artificial. Victor understood first. “Charges.” Father’s voice came one final time: “If Clara left you words… read them quickly.” Then silence. Pure silence. The kind that comes before destruction. Victor grabbed Aurelia’s wrist. “Move!” They ran into the corridor as the first explosion tore through the back of the house. Heat punched through the walls. Wood splintered. Flames rose instantly. The corridor collapsed behind them.

There was a pile of notifications I hadn’t seen. “I was just,” I bit my lip, my brain racing to come up with an excuse. “taking a quick walk around the bookstore. I’m on my way back to—” Before I could finish speaking, my phone was snatched away. CLANG. And slammed down. “DAMN IT. Did you call the police?” I was too shocked to respond. That old drunk had suddenly appeared in front of me again. “OH, NO, HONEY, PLEASE!” Auntie Imani screamed as she ran out of the house after hearing the commotion her husband was causing.

I can hear the shrieking alarm of a fire truck and the shrilling sound of police cars from the streets through broken windows, I can even hear the terrified screams and shouts of the people living in our apartment building, but what I can’t seem to hear are the voices of my parents. That thought alone scares the hell out of me and I panic some more. I make a move to stand to my feet despite my buckling knees, but before I can even make it up, I’m suddenly engulfed in flames as the roof above me gives out. ~*~*~*~

The word tastes like ash. Someone cut the alarms. Someone disabled the sensors. Someone opened the door. Aurelio thought the threat was external. He thought we were fighting a siege. But the rot is inside the walls. I scramble off the chaise, my hands shaking as I reach for the console. There is an audio button. I jam my finger against it. Static. Then, the sounds of the night filter in. The wind. The ocean. And footsteps. Dozens of them. Crunching on the gravel of the driveway. Soft, rhythmic thuds on the manicured lawn.