Ninth House Series Novels & Stories

On the way ahead, shadows awaited—the house of horrors. The police had gathered on the fifteenth floor of the tower, transforming it into a small military outpost. Red and blue lights flashed outside, sirens trailing behind the glass walls, while residents peered anxiously from their windows, their faces a mixture of fear and curiosity. The metallic smell of dried blood lingered in the corners, and yellow police tape still marked the entrance to Nasser's apartment, a thin line separating two worlds.

There was something different about her, and this, he needed to find out. He got out of the bed and approached his phone by the bed stand, dialing a number that picked up at the first ring. “I need you to research the person I was with last night.” “Okay, came from the other side of the phone, and the line disconnected. Dimitri stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, as the city stretches out beyond the glass, alive and slowly stirring. The tall windows let everything in—the soft light of dawn, the quiet shimmer on rooftops, the far-off glint of the harbor. The room itself was calm and uncluttered, modern but warm like it knew not to compete with the view. It felt like the kind of pl

I reassured him. "I grew up empty, wishing I was like everyone else. I still can't even get over everything even though it happened so long ago. I hate the weakness I feel, the helplessness. I bought this house because it reminded me of the one I grew up in. It made me feel closer to my mother at first but now I have no peace of mind because it's like I'm reliving my horror. Sometimes when I walk down the halls, I feel like I'm a child again, scared and helpless, I can still hear the screams and crying."

June 14, 1974. And beneath it... The Ninth Cipher Begins. Adrian frowned. "What is the Ninth Cipher?" The apartment lights suddenly went out. Complete darkness. A loud crash echoed from the living room. Glass shattered across the floor. Adrian rushed back into the hallway. Cold wind poured through the apartment. The living room window had exploded inward. Rain soaked the wooden floor. His dining table had been overturned. The envelope was gone. For a split second, panic replaced every rational thought. Then he saw it.

"I can't take it anymore! Jake and Carla—those two maniacs—they just won't leave me alone!" Puzzled, I asked what had happened. Hannah told me that ever since I left, Jake had gone completely unhinged. He was living alone in the place we had shared before, refusing to eat or leave the house. Neighbors, worried, finally saw him collapse on the balcony and called 911 in a panic. After the paramedics arrived and tried to contact his family, they discovered his phone only had my now-defunct number saved. Unable to reach me, 911 contacted the police, who in turn found Hannah.

But the words cut deeper than any blade. "You can rest in peace now." My ghost trembled in the air, nearly coming apart. So even after my death, even in my father's mind, I was still nothing but a doomed curse—and my suffering was nothing but an offering to comfort his dead son. Just then, Old George, the family butler, came in carrying a steaming bowl of nutritional broth. George had watched us boys grow up—and he was the only soul in this cold house who'd ever shown me any kindness.

Apparently, Maisie had gotten her hands on some secret technique and had tried to restore her sight by cutting out Justin's eyes while he was still alive. But when Justin found out she planned to come after me, he trapped her, set everything on fire, and took her down with him. - Lately, Kaelen had been acting really strange. He had suddenly gone all monk-like and barely even looked at me anymore. He would even run off when he saw me coming. I started to suspect he might be seeing someone else behind my back. So one night, I pinned him on the bed. "Wh-what are you doing?"