My House Of Horrors Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was glad I won’t stand out too much. We arrive at Xander’s house after a few minutes. His house was more of a dark side kind of house. It was gothic and gave you the creeps. Old cold men stood as statues lining up the way to the front door. Music thumped inside the house. It felt like a high school monster party. Okay maybe I watch too much Ant farm and paranormal movies. This would be a good beginning for a horror story where Zombies come attacking. No, zombies don’t have brains to plot this. Better yet, Vampires.

I walked around the bodies, numb but so torn as my eyes fixated on our house. I slowly walked over as if in a trance and made my way up the stone steps. I trailed into the house and stopped when I got to the entrance of the sitting room, to see blood pooled on the light grey carpet and splatters streaking the walls. The glass centre table was smashed into a million pieces, the yard door was shattered as the curtain blew eerily in the breeze. The home that used to bring me so much comfort and happiness felt ominous, dark and full of despair, like setting foot into something out of a horror movie.

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.”

They will be fine. Hesitantly, I walk farther into the house, the pit of dread growing wider and wider, like a shark’s mouth right before it ravages its prey. It’s hard to breathe in here. It smells faintly of mildew and the entire house is wrapped in bad juju like a scratchy wool coat. It’s thick, uncomfortable, and suffocating.

He didn't spare any single details,like I am the one going to stay in the house. The place I loved more was the gym room ,and I know you are surprised,the house had one too so believe me when I said it has everything. It had two rooms,a big sitting room,a kitchen ,one bathroom and toilet ,a library and a gym room. Mich was living big. "Do you like the place"he asked. "Did you just say like,I love the place.... I wish it was mine"I said to him "Then your wishes,just became true"he said .

He joked, Maria was surprised when she saw Robby beside her. "ARE YOU A STALKER?!" She shouted angrily at the man. "Nope, I just met someone here then I just saw you." Robby lied. "Is this your house? It Tastes like American house hu'h?" Robby asked. The features of the house look from a horror movie because of the faded paints and some leaves that have climbed to its roof. "That's our house. Our old lovely house." She lied, this is their house before. But the name of the property is under the name of the bank.

Ian followed Yolanda down into a sub-basement. They walked down a ramp from outside the packhouse to a vault door. It was a typical vault door. If a person ignored the glowing runes around the door. It was unnerving to see something he would expect in a horror movie. “What are the marks for? Symbols?” Yolanda laughed as she opened the heavy door.

I was still alone in the house, and that's when I realized that the intruders could be back. I was scared to turn the lights on. I quietly stepped into the hallway in the dark and waited to hear or see something, anything. After waiting for a while and feeling convinced that the explosive noise was not from this house, I walked back to my room. What's that burning smell, charred electric wires kind of stench? It was coming from the basement. I turned on lights all over the house before taking the steps down to the basement because I was terrified of old houses and basements ever since I watched the Conjuring movie. The door of the dryer was wide open, and most of the clothes turned to soot a

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