Novel & Cerita The House Of Horror

A house. It stood eerily alone, like something out of a horror movie. I didn’t remember seeing it when we drove in. Old-fashioned, creepy even, but fancy in a weird way. My breath caught—maybe I could hide there for the night. What’s the worst that could happen? It had to be better than wandering these streets at this hour.

Total party wipe incoming. Before long, it was time to choose rooms. Elaine explained that while no one had ever cleared this scenario, past players had figured out a few things. The building had thirty floors, one apartment per floor, and only one player could stay in each. “Happy Home,” she continued, was actually a role-playing horror scenario. Each apartment housed strange entities that would act as your family or loved ones. So, seven days of living together with them? There was no way your Fear Value wouldn’t spike.

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.

Yet, despite knowing all this, Dima couldn't stop the storm raging inside her—torn between the burning clouds she felt for him and the terror of what she might become if she gave in to him. Outside, the night remained glorious. But inside, something had shifted—as if the House of Horrors had redrawn itself within new walls. Wherever Malik went, terror followed; every place he slowly entered became another House of Horrors, another source of spreading evil. —Sunday morning. The Sunday sun rose over the quiet chalet, where Malik stood before the calendar hanging on the living room wall. His eyes scanned the carefully affixed sheet, where, in clear handwriting at

I still didn't understand what she was trying to say. Three months ago, i–or we in particular, got a video from an anonymous sender. It was a partially blurred video of a place in Golden City, called Mount Olympia. It had a slight description written : 'Mount Olympia, Home of gods on Earth, House of Zeus. I definitely wanted to ignore the video, since I couldn't believe a mansion on a mountain was home to gods, most especially, Zeus. But, Zara insisted we upload it, to be sure of it's source, and how legit it was.

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 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.