The Gray House Novels & Stories

“Nate, you know my children Kamron and Kimia, and our friend, Rose. The beauty behind the stove is my wife, Lusa.” “Welcome to our home, Mary, Nate. Please have a seat. We’re missing three of our family today. Our eldest, Rayan, is at school, and our other daughters, Sarina and Mina, are at their friends’ houses for dinner tonight.” Mrs. Graycort rambled. “You have a lovely home,” Mrs. Mactire said. “Thank you,” Mrs. Graycort answered. “It’s nice to be so close to the woods on the mountains. It makes shifting easier since we don’t have to go very far, and we can shift in relative privacy.”

they teased them and fled the room still giggling. "Don't pay attention to them, they're kids" A shy Viola put in. "Uh huh, yeah I guess so", Joe nodded. "So! Why don't I show you to your room?" Viola snapped, trying to ease the atmosphere. "Yeah, okay!" The Johnsons had spent a whole lot of money and time building the mighty house. Their's were the largest on the street, it was always dark on the inside, just like the other houses on the cobbled street. The houses on Mermaid street were closely lined up, the shades from each house shadowed the windows. But there was something different about the 1st Johnson house, to the neighbours it was a mystery. The curious neighbours who had nothing el

"She won't be done 'til morning. Jobs are hard to come by these days—she's too scared to step out of line." With that, Mr. Gabelman started tearing at Madison's clothes. "Don't you want to know what it feels like doing it in someone else's home?" Mr. Gabelman's bloated body looked absolutely repulsive on camera. They went from the living room to the master bedroom—didn't even separate to shower. I nearly threw up watching it.

His posture appeared weary, and half of his lonely figure was swallowed by the darkness of the night. "Sir, the eastern district is still under lockdown. I've sent people to search every house thoroughly. We'll find her. The reward's also been increased to 50 million dollars. We're bound to get some tips soon," Lucas couldn't help but reassure him. He continued, "Mrs. Gray was in good spirits when she left the house today. She was wearing a white shirt and jeans and had her hair pulled back in a ponytail—looking very clean-cut. She didn't seem angry at all. Rather, she looked really happy. Maybe she's already back at the banquet hall?"

The Gray Children were silent now, staring at the house with wide eyes. The front door of the farmhouse opened. A figure stepped out onto the porch. It was an old woman. She wore denim overalls and a straw hat. She held a shotgun in one hand and a watering can in the other. But as she stepped into the light, I saw that she wasn't entirely human. Vines were woven into her gray hair. Her skin had the texture of bark. Her eyes were bright green, lacking pupils. "You're loud," the woman said. Her voice sounded like dry leaves rustling together.

Before I may want to respond, the energy withinside the secure residence reduces, plunging us into darkness. And in that moment, I found out the Graysons’ very last play had simply begun.

Before he could react, his phone rang urgently. "Hello?" A cold voice answered, "Mr. Hart, we received a report. We found a woman's corpse at one of your rental properties."

"I didn't tell him a thing. Though I was able to figure out exactly who you were before you took me to that house, Your unlikely connection to the Winona, the fake last name You're a filthy Gomez." Gray chuckled, a low growl vibrating off the end of his breath as he stepped back from me, removing his dirty clothes from the bed where he left them.

“Nate, you know my children Kamron and Kimia, and our friend, Rose. The beauty behind the stove is my wife, Lusa.” “Welcome to our home, Mary, Nate. Please have a seat. We’re missing three of our family today. Our eldest, Rayan, is at school, and our other daughters, Sarina and Mina, are at their friends’ houses for dinner tonight.” Mrs. Graycort rambled. “You have a lovely home,” Mrs. Mactire said. “Thank you,” Mrs. Graycort answered. “It’s nice to be so close to the woods on the mountains. It makes shifting easier since we don’t have to go very far, and we can shift in relative privacy.”

My name is Liliana Grey but since I joined the Terrance family I changed my name to Liliana Terrance. I was born and raised in America, California Los Angeles, but moved to New York when I got adopted back when I was 10. I was a college student taking psychology department in New York. I stayed at the dorm since it's near and to save myself from my oversleeping habit. Today seems to be my seventeenth birthday and I am planning to go back home to celebrate since the summer holiday is also heading near. I was walking in the hallway with tons of books to carry. I head to my locker and put the books inside easing my hand that has gone numb from carrying it.