Make Room For Gloom Novels & Stories

Gloom welcomed him when the guards opened up the two large doors, the faint glow of candles danced on the crimson velvet curtains as he entered. Shadows immediately crawled all over him when the door closed, leaving him in a somewhat desolate space. Alexander could feel the damp cold air grazing on his bare skin with each step. Sliding from his feet, it crept upward like a snake, entering the opening of his breeches, up until it reached between his thighs where it seem to blow on his privates that sent a sort of tingle on that part.

"Well, I suppose things change by the day." "Yes, things change." His eyes flick to his counterparts' who have wariness written all over them. They are men I don't know and have never met. I perceive their amateurishness, nonetheless. There's the bitter tang of trepidation searching for settlement around the room. It won't find any. The room is bereft of all hues but brown. There are no artefacts or decor or a mortal to corrupt. Since they can't conceal their inner feelings, the useless waves will sail back and forth in the room with nothing to be absorbed by. It'd be least stressful to read them.

The deep greys and browns of the room softened under the light’s touch, becoming less oppressive, more human somehow. I flicked on the light switch next, and the overhead bulbs hummed to life, adding a clean brightness that washed over everything, cutting through the dimness that had settled over the room like a shroud. It suddenly seemed like the room exhaled, no longer trapped in that moody twilight Vincent always seemed to live in.

】 【Comment 4: Doesn't matter what she did, she's about to die anyway】 【Comment 5: I bet she won't even make it inside the room】 I pushed the door open and peered inside. The room was huge, with a skylight and a small balcony. The decor was old, but the space was generous. Most importantly, it was quiet. "Not bad," I nodded, satisfied. Then I called out into the empty darkness: "Hey. New roommate moving in. Hope you don't mind a little mess."

Should I go back instead and evade my fun excursion? I furiously shake my head, and proceed, stuffing the arrow inside my satchel and noticing the room has grown darker than it had before as though there was a thin dark veil covering my eyes. The living room lacked most of the books and the glowing plant by his bedroom was gone - everything else looks stripped, as though Caelum has move out of here. A slight rotting scent filtered out of his room, making me cover my nose in annoyance. Where is he?

Carlo asks, and I smile. "May I take a look inside the closet?" I inquire, and Carlo nods. "Of course, feel free to explore." His reassurance makes me feel more at ease, so I step into the closet. It had a large window, high ceilings, and plenty of space. With my dresser, it would be perfect. "You like it?" Carlo asks again, and I nod. "Yes, it's great," I reply with a grin, making Carlo and the others smile. "But only if you guys are okay with it," I quickly add, extending my hands in a gesture of consideration, prompting everyone to chuckle.

MARK Shit, my head. The room was unnervingly still, a stark contrast to the chaos erupting in my mind. I found myself in a dimly lit chamber, an oppressive silence pressing down on me. The walls, painted in a ghostly white, seemed to close in, casting long shadows that danced ominously in the faint light. The air was heavy, thick with a metallic tang that prickled the back of my throat. The source of this unsettling aura lay in the centre of the room: a large, white bed, its sheets drenched in a dark, crimson stain that seemed to spread and pulse like a living thing.

The temperature in the room dropped, and the lights flickered. Everyone descended into chaos at the sudden disturbance. Gloria's eyes widened in terror, and I felt a strange, dark energy in the air. Shadows seemed to move on their own, sending shivers down my spine as an unsettling voice echoed through the room. "Rhys," the voice said, "the darkness you've embraced is only the beginning." The room fell silent. Gloria turned around, her face pale and clearly terrified.

Salem's Hearth was a lot bigger on the inside than either Hannah or Garin had thought. The interior of it wasn't like Hell or Heaven based on the fact that it was neither bright nor dark. There were no fires and there were no clouds, no angelic vocalizations and no demonic screeches, no joy in the wind and no sorrow on the ground. It was very quiet and it looked and felt uninhabited. Cleo had used her powers to give Hannah and Garin a marking on their bodies so they would be able to see each other despite being cloaked by the granulated concealer. She moved in front of them as they quietly made their way to the top of the highest room.