My House Of Horrors Mga Nobela at Kwento

I still didn't understand what she was trying to say. Three months ago, i–or we in particular, got a video from an anonymous sender. It was a partially blurred video of a place in Golden City, called Mount Olympia. It had a slight description written : 'Mount Olympia, Home of gods on Earth, House of Zeus. I definitely wanted to ignore the video, since I couldn't believe a mansion on a mountain was home to gods, most especially, Zeus. But, Zara insisted we upload it, to be sure of it's source, and how legit it was.

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

My skin prickled at the stillness of the house while my hyperactive imagination did what it did best—cook up a hundred ways my unknown killer could send me to the other side . Something shattered loudly and I jumped out of my skin in fright. Could someone truly have infiltrated the feared Drakor pack house? It was unlikely. I paced for a moment then charged out of my room and headed downstairs before I could change my mind. Immediately, I was hit with the strong smell of alcohol which confused me more. Going against everything I had learned from horror movies I called out into the darkness. “Ron? Henry?” From where I presumed was the kitchen, I heard a loud bang then muttered curses. Gingerl

I turned to face Niro right away. He instantly shook his head while puckering his lips, and I immediately pouted. My shoulders immediately slumped because of disappointment. That's two thousand pesos, now that I think about it. We can already afford it with three of us. Additionally, it appears like there is furniture there. And the woman was pleading for me to get that house. I'm wondering why. I'm just inquisitive; I'm not a nosy person. It's preferable if you are aware of the cause. You see, we won't live there unless there are wicked spirits or things there that we can't see. It might possibly be the cause of my death.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

Tara’s POV I look around frantically for Tony as I walk shakily through the horror house. My hands are trembling, and I can feel my heart beating so fast that I’m worried it might jump right out of my chest. The walls are covered with fake blood and creepy decorations, and there are strange sounds coming from every direction. I hate this. I hate everything about this. Why did I agree to come in here?

The silence is heavy, broken only by the faint creak of floorboards and the distant groans of those barely clinging to life. I force myself to keep moving, pushing past the grotesque scene of chaos and death. Broken furniture and shattered glass litter the floor, evidence of the violent struggle that unfolded here. My pulse pounds in my ears, every nerve on high alert as I navigate this house of horrors. The scent of copper fills my nostrils, and the weight of what transpired presses heavily on my chest.

I get sleep only when I am fainted due to exhaustion. As soon as I closed my eyes, I remembered the day when he came back. I went home after work that night, I was hungry. I quickly unlocked the door and switched on the lights because I am scared of darkness. It always feels like some creepy thing will come crawling towards me from the dark corner. Not to mention that my house is built on the graveyard, I would have sold it a long time ago but my grandmother had built it with so much love and the second problem is, no one wants that house. They think it's haunted and I am crazy to live in a place like that.

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

"SOMEONE BROKE INTO YOUR HOUSE!" 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀