My House Of Horrors Novels & Stories

"It used to be just on old scary tale to me. But that moon right there is the sign!" "I don't get it, ok so there's a crimson moon, what's gonna happen to the house now?" Joe asked. "Bad things! He said bad things would happen in the house whenever there's a crimson moon!" "Bad things like what Mum?" "Like– ". Aaaaaarrrrrggghhhh!!!! A loud scream came from the kitchen, it made everyone's heart skip, it gave them a fright, immediately their heads turned in the direction of the shrill cry.

Nakaramdam siya ng uhaw kaya nagdesisyon siyang bumaba. Nang nasa hagdan na siya ay nakaramdam siya na may dumaan sa ibaba. Tiningnan niya ito pero biglang nawala. Nang papasok na siya sa kusina ay naramdaman niyang may dumaan ulit sa likod niya. Paglingon niya ay wala na naman. Kailan pa naging haunted ang bahay ko eh kakagawa lang nito?

It wouldn’t always be an illusion of what she secretly wanted to see here, currently, she was happy, so she was seeing things that made her happy, but should someone cross her or she gets upset, she will see Hell for what it really is. “Home, sweet home,” I said as we approached my Victorian-era style home. Abby’s face was somewhat surprised, “It’s…beautiful…” She said and I chuckled at her. “Come on, I want to show you inside.” * * Damien had his hand on my lower back as we walked up to the all-black house. I dreaded what I would find once inside his home. More of the Hell that Damien knew and loved with shackles and more burning ember to walk on. I took one last look at the sky above me an

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 groan of the hinges sent a shiver ricocheting through my body ominously—it reminded me of every horror movie, of a witch’s sinister laugh, and what I always thought Hell would feel like. A cold draft caught me in its clutches as I stepped over the threshold, drawing me in relentlessly like a serpent unwilling to release its prey. Once I stood in what was once a family room, the door slammed shut behind me with finality—a foreboding threat I was yet to decipher. It leeched out the light, leaving me in eerie darkness that would have had my bones rattling if I didn’t have supernatural abilities. Calling upon Lex’s night vision, I did a full turn. There was no furniture, no personality, no w

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?”

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.