My House Of Horrors Novels & Stories

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

Earnestine asked Hayley leaning at the door with her arms folded. “Never been better.” Hayley answered, as she pulled off her shoes, and top. “Get some rest before you come down for dinner.” “Thank you.” Hayley smiled. Hours later. It was drizzling, the heavy rainfall, rumbling, and the storm had stopped. They could only hear the sounds of the dripping, and splattering on the metal sheets that covered the building. The four sisters were in the living room watching a horror movie, they held themselves tight. They watched the man on the television screen scream, as his throat was slit.

THERE’S SO MUCH. TATE LANGDON, AMERICAN HORROR STORY 20-MARCH-1930 A family newly moved to Vineyard from the city after facing a couple of hard time. They thought it best to come to a secluded small town and live a cheap normal life but little did they know the house they moved into experienced a terrific incident. Three years before the family moved in, there was once a happy family—the owners of the house, they lived happily till one day all the family members died during their sleep. This continued to happen to every family that moves into the house

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

He and his unanswered questions. He and his dead hopes. **** The revelation really blew her mind, she is scared, she is confused, she is afraid. After knowing about his mother, she ran into their room and caged herself, slept because of fear of ghosts. Who wouldn't be afraid after knowing that a lady burnt herself in this house. The same lady whose dresses are hanging in a giant room of this' DARK HOUSE.' DARK HOUSE with DARK SECRETS

"Mr. Jacobs. I thought you'll be off celebrating with your little secret wife" "I'm on my way. Be there in five" I hang up without waiting for him to reply... I reached the beach house. The way Shaw described this place was, a small wooden villa that faces the ocean and is homey and comfortable. What I'm looking at is a depleted, haunted house, with broken windows and no doors how the hell is this homey? He made me spend 6 million dollars on this piece of crap? I walk into the house, I and suddenly the chandelier fell in front of me, and I didn't even do anything. I think this house is a health and safety hazard.

I gripped the door handle and turned it slowly, causing that creak sound to escape from its hinges. "Hello!" I shout through out the house. No response. Slience. I went down the stairs and yell again. Still nothing. I went to the kitchen and saw no one. The house was empty. What sick psycho is doing this? What if he could kill me and left my body to rot and stink up this place. Even worst, he could leave a bomb and it just went off and KA-BOOOM! I'm dead. I need to stop watching so much tv. I'm a were wolf, I would have sense that shit by now.

The soft click of the door unlocking echoed in the quiet space, and I swallowed and stepped inside, rubbing my sweaty palms against the fabric of my skirt, my gaze scanning the familiar house. “A-Alaric?” I called out shakily, standing at the entrance and glancing around the house. No response. The place was eerily quiet, the lights off and the curtains drawn, casting long shadows across the walls. Great. This felt exactly like the start of a horror movie, where the girl walks into the wrong house and ends up dead. “Alaric, are you there? It’s me, Isla,” I called again, my voice more hesitant this time.

he suggested. They walked closer to the wood sign, and Chadwick read the contents. “Good spooky day. Welcome to the ‘Do not scream’ horror house. All decorations and ghosts that you will see inside were designed, arranged, and played with our staff. Please refrain by breaking stuffs.” “If we ever break something, we can pay it, right?” Adira murmured from the side. Chadwick looked at her. Adira stared back at him and smiled. With a sigh, Chadwick just shook his head. He stared at the sign again and read it out loud.