Novel & Cerita My House Of Horrors

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?

She grimaced and slightly shook my arm. "You're with me, right? So why should I be afraid?" I had no choice but to come with her. She smiled at me whenever we heard someone was shouting inside that horror house. As we entered a tiny darkroom, I was walking behind Astrid and warned anyone who was trying to scare her. I immediately noticed the cobwebs that covered all the corners of this room, just like how it was done to any other horror house. There were some spiders that we were threading towards their prey. There were some light bulbs that were being turned on and off by someone just to scare anyone who may enter. I kicked some of the zombies who were hiding behind some curtains. Astrid li

I end the phone call, and I still feel like I am slipping into a void of emptiness. I just keep wishing over and over to have them back. I get up, I know I have to. I need to see if the police need anything else. I walk out of the bedroom. I leave the door open, closing feels too soon. I descend the stairs. I cannot face the horrors but, I know I have to. The house is different. It feels like the house is screaming in pain. I keep my head held high like I was raised. I do not look at the macabre unless I have to. I walk through the house. Forensics I can see starting to work on cleaning up the mess. I see with dread the decayed remains of my family being zipped up into bags and sent to the

Trigger Warning - This Chapter Contains Dark Content. The air inside was cold, reeking with the scent of dust and mold. It seemed this house had long ago lost whatever life resided within it. White sheets were draped over the furniture, reminding me of one of the many horror movies Aidan and I had watched over the years. I tried and failed to suppress my shiver at the dimly lit house. ‘This is going to take forever.’ Rayna groaned, ‘Do you see how big this place is?’

Horror struck me like lightning, and I knew then that my worst fears had come true - my old pack and family had been brutally wiped out. “Hallie get back here now.” Hugh ordered me as he and Alpha Arnie chased after me, attempting to calm me down, but it was too late. I was already consumed by a need to uncover the truth. Ignoring their calls, I sprinted onward, disappearing into the maze of corridors within Moonstone Manor. Each corner I turned revealed more and more lifeless bodies, my heart breaking with every sight. The hallways felt suffocating, as though every step I took was leading me deeper into a twisted nightmare.

Black venom dripped thickly from its jaws, hissing where it splashed into the flooded mud, sending up clouds of acrid steam. Around its massive form, smaller horrors crawled through the rising water—mutated wolves with too many eyes, pale-skinned swamp leeches the size of dogs, twisted deer skulls sprouting spider legs. The air itself seemed heavier, fouled by rot and sulfur. Inside the house, silence reigned. Junie clutched Jade to her chest. The baby slept peacefully, oblivious to the gods and monsters clashing outside. Simone and Willa hovered close, their faces pale and drawn. Jonah stood near the barricaded door, fists clenched tight, his jaw taut.

Thankfully, I had run away from my parents when that blast happened, so I didn’t kill anyone. I had no idea what we were getting into, but as we approached the house; I knew we were fucked. The bush we were hiding behind was thick, so seeing what was all going on was hard. Men were walking in and out of the house, and some were sitting on the porch swing. A small sign read, “Rose’s mixers.” We were downwind, and the look of their skin told me they were vampires. And they don’t sleep. “So, we are supposed to break in to a house that is a 24 hours store with vampires and witches?” Ben stated the obvious.

My eyes widened, the thought sending a shiver down my spine. What if that was it? No one had bothered to warn us! This house would be perfect for a horror film dark, isolated, filled with creepy portraits and winding corridors. "Ihh!" I jumped as the door to the last room slammed shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot through the hallway. The overhead lights flickered, casting dancing shadows. God, what if the filming wasn't over? What if some psycho was still lurking in there?

Thick, black smoke fills the house, suffocating, blinding. Screams, desperate cries sound from all parts of the house. But a much younger version of the man that I have my nails digging into to keep my grasp strong, stays frozen in this particular room. I yank my hand away from his as if repulsed. “I wasn’t honest with you before. Those two aren’t the ones you should be scared of.” There’s nothing but confusion on his face. A hint of anger as he rubs at his hand. “I suggest you pay or do whatever they want, because maybe, one day you’ll come home to find your house nothing but a smoldering pile of ash. Hell, they might even be heartless enough to do it while you’re still inside.”

Hence why the journey to the House of the Wolves took a whole day. When we arrived, it was already night. And when we went past the dense woods hiding the werewolves’ race, I finally saw the town proper in its glory. The town looked peaceful at night. Though the streets were empty, the streetlights gave light to the inhabited houses whose people must already be asleep. I observed the houses and streets as the convoy quietly passed the town. We climbed a small hill to reach the House, the familiar obsidian mansion with sharp tower roofs, and that same, deeply unsettling feeling reached the pit of my stomach and made me squirm in my seat. I do think my first obstacle has come—being comfortable