My House Of Horrors の小説・ストーリー

I already washed up myself so I was fine. I thought I will get rid of this man once I leave that house but he is getting close to me like a glue. If I wanted my life to be like this then his mansion was much better. At least I don't have to do such jobs and want to see him like this ....fully drunk, reeks of alcohol and cigarette , drugs and then threw up on me. He never come in four legs to that mansion because he is afraid of his mother.

He kept walking, and Blaine stayed close behind him. What exactly does he mean by that? Is there anyone else in this room besides us? But Jake said that he lives alone here before i came ! He isn't talking about supernatural beings, right? Is this place being hunted? Is it because the house, despite its size, is being hunted that no one else lives here besides him? Blaine moves closer to Almothean with that thought in mind. If there is one thing that frightens him, it is not criminals or murderers, but the ghost! After all, you can defend yourself in the living, but a gun would simply pass through a ghost.

The TV flickered for a moment and I saw images that seemed to be taken from inside a house - not this one though. Then he hit the pause button. He moved to the door and turned off the light and left. I stared at the television wondering what he was about to show me as the old house I was in continued to creak and groan in the late Halloween night wind. I felt myself starting to shiver with discomfort again. My emotions had been a roller-coaster since I'd been accosted. I laid there trembling recalling

Then at the river. Because suddenly, it wasn’t the house that was haunted. It was her whole life.

“I just answered her, but I didn’t open the door!” With that, the husband lifted me by the collar again. He was seriously strong! He dragged me up to the third floor. When we passed by my apartment, the husband pointed at my door with the bloody bat. “I’m going to let you see the thing that was waiting for you in front of your door last night. Ha!” With a sneer, the husband opened his apartment door. Immediately after he did, a foul smell attacked my senses. All I saw was a mess covered in smoke and dust. The walls were scorched. The furniture was burnt. All I could see was their outline.

“This is the first meal we’re eating together as a family here in Los Angeles, a new city and a new state. Can we dig in already?” A loud growl from somewhere interrupted his speech, and they all stood up abruptly, surprised by whatever had made such a loud screeching sound. “Dad, did you buy us a haunted house?” Willie fussed, her eyes wide enough to pop out of their sockets. “Your sister bought the house. I only searched for it,” he replied, his eyes scanning the vicinity for further intrusion from whatever had made such an unpleasant noise. “I thought you said no one bought the house above us. I mean, we are supposed to be alone in this gigantic, perfectly beautiful house bought by Calist

With nowhere else to go I walk over to the door and open it. Inside I can see Brittany screaming laying on the floor with the smiling figure standing over her, looking directly into my eyes. The door slams shut as it moves away creating a gap between me and the door. I run to the door as I struggle to open it. I finally get it open, as I enter the door closes behind me as I stand in a dark giant house with nothing but a door all around. I look around not knowing what could happen next. I can feel the fear creeping up my spine.

The deafening silence only intensifies my fear, leaving me with a sinking feeling that something truly horrific has occurred. I took my step after standing paralyzed for so long, one step at a time, slowly. And as my feet move, the scene before my eyes gets much more horrifying. The furniture is overturned, the walls are splattered with blood, and a chilling breeze sends shivers down my spine. My heart races as I realize that I am not alone in this house, and the unknown presence lurking in the shadows only fuels my terror.

Mac asked. “did you hear about the House of horrors there was out of town just a little bit. In the family that is at the center of it?” Max asked as he looked at his friend. He didn't really wanna get into it that it was all of DM's family that was involved but he knew that people would be able to differentiate it would be these people. “of course who hasn't heard of that? it was like the mother and father were killed by their oldest son who had a bunch of people trapped in their basement?” Mac asked as he looked at maxim he was slightly confused as to why he would even be bringing up a case like that.

I fold the paper back up and turn off the light. I lie in bed and stare into nothingness as the house sleeps quietly, as it always does. A place I’ve started calling home without meaning to. In fact, this might be better than my actual home. At least, things aren’t hidden here much; they make it clear they don’t like you, unlike the Azaeres household. A house that holds a lot of skeletons in its closet and monsters under its beds. Skeletons and monsters that come out and take a piece of me once in a while. Will there be anything left of me when everything comes out?