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?"

I’m about to turn to leave when Archie grabs my wrist to pull me back. I yank my hand from him, bile coming up my throat as I look at him. “Don’t ever touch me again,” I say through gritted teeth. “I know. But I spoke to Bryce, and well, we were discussing the new shelter. And well…” won’t pause, glancing at Bryce. “I told her we could discuss tomorrow,” Bryce smiles sheepishly, and I know something is wrong about this. “Okay. What’s going on?” I ask him. Archie smiles, but his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Gray just offered the land near Mountain Hound. It’s closer—”

In the center of the clearing was a farmhouse. It was untouched. An old, white clapboard house with a wrap-around porch. A windmill spun lazily nearby. But protecting the house was a wall of thorny vines—the same ones we had seen on the Arch in St. Louis. The convoy stopped. "Is this it?" I asked. "The anomaly?" "This is the source," Leo said. "The heartbeat of the Green." We got out of the vehicles. The Gray Children were silent now, staring at the house with

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.