My House Of Horrors Novels & Stories

"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

Besides, the topic of love seems so sour to me right now. I turn off the ignition and reach for the door handle, bracing myself for another night of nothing. Gripping the nylon of cheap wine, I step into the house, however the smell of lavender greets me. Someone is in my house. “Anybody here?” I say, it feels like a scene from one of the horror movies I gobble up. Wait, am I going to die in my house? I haven’t even watched season two of whispers in the walls. I haven’t even tasted my very cheap wine!

Liam asked, squeezing my hand. “Huh?” I had to crane my neck to accommodate our height difference. He tilted his head to the side. I faced the booth where he took me. ‘Horror House’ was written in cryptic scribble on top of the door adorned with thick cobwebs. A dude in a cape stood behind a podium. His hair slicked back, and his face was a cake of white powder glared at us with his burning red eyes. A trail of fake blood dribbled down the side of his mouth. He flashed us a cryptic smile.

My bloodboiled at the sight of such a waste of my time. “Easy there, Tiger,” Sia hastily warned me with gritted teeth as her smile became panicked. “You do not have to cause a scene.” I ignored her. I gagged silently as we both entered House of Thorne. Fear. I could smell a lot of it. I scrunched my nose up and looked around to see old tensed up women and men huddled together in their wealthy bubble.

Are you sure? "Why? Are you scared?" I asked him, smirking. "No." I brought back my grin. "Good." I excitedly pulled him to the entrance of the horror house. But the excitement I felt faded and was replaced by fear when we finally got inside. "Oh, shit!" I automatically held on to Lenos' arms. I didn't expect this place would be this creepy inside. The truth is, this is the first time I get to enter a horror house. I really thought everything I had seen on TV was just pure exaggeration so I didn't expect that it would really be this creepy inside.

The smell was thick enough to sting my nose and throat. I quickly covered my mouth and nose, forcing myself to breathe as quietly as possible. The killer seemed completely unaffected. He gripped the bloodstained hammer and went into a frenzy, smashing everything in sight. The wardrobe, table, chairs, and shelving. One by one, every piece of furniture in the room was reduced to splinters. By the time he finished, the room was nothing but wreckage. But he still hadn't found me. A twisted grin spread across his face. The ugly scar stretching across his cheek twisted with it, making him look even more terrifying.

I marched straight to the house where the Swans were staying and pounded on the door. They opened the door, annoyance written all over their faces. "Spit it out!" "Where's my handbook?" I questioned. "What does that have to do with us?" Afro and the others lived just next door, and they watched us with interest. It wasn't hard to guess that they had already joined forces. They wanted to see whether losing the handbook would be the trigger that would cause any monsters to appear and devour me. That way, they could figure out how to complete the final objective of defeating the final boss.

After hearing him out, Daniel and I decided to drive home overnight. Before we left, Great-Uncle Harold added that once the spirit-bound blood disappeared, she would suffer retaliation from the infant’s soul. As for what kind of retaliation, he didn’t say. By the time we reached home, it was already past midnight. Once inside, we turned on the lights and found the sculpture in the northwest corner of the living room. We used a power saw to cut it open. Sure enough, at the base of the sculpture was a transparent sealed vial.

HAUNTED HOUSE DARE CHAPTER 1 HILDA The house smelled like dust. Very creepy shit. Midnight hit and there we were—six of us idiots crammed through the splintered front door, flashlights swinging like drunk fireflies, passing around the half-empty bottle of strawberry-flavored vodka that tasted like red candy. “Twenty bucks each if we chicken out,” Malik had said earlier, grinning like the devil himself. “But if we make it till dawn? Bragging rights forever.”

But after they examined the inside and made sure of no dangers, Ashley and Faiz were the first ones to k in. " Is someone here? ", Faiz shouted. " If you are here, please respond ", Faiz keeps on shouting and calling. But after getting no response, their anxiety just keeps on growing. The house itself was creepy as hell. Human skulls flew in the air, the strong smell of potion brewing, rotten body parts whenever on the ground, the smell was coming from them. Spider webs were everywhere as if it was their hotspot, not to mention bugs crawling out of nowhere, it scared the shit out of them, and the size was not to mention, they were so big.