The House Of Horror Novels & Stories

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And Pepper Rei finally heard from the gossiping souls About the man who could see The presence of these otherworldly beings So seeing the first reassuring mayhem Pepper Rei reached a place that sent shivers down her spine Arctic senses on high alert And cautious course She made her way through the room with blaring TV A type of gloom encasing the air like a vacuum pressured into tight existence Nothing breathed in this cold house Nothing moved The House of Dead A true being of abomination a horror encompassed on earth The stagnant creeping of otherworldly A chronicle of pain This was it, The house of Mr. Riversane. Trespassing Mr. Riversane knew Even before he could enter the home That his b

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 .

It's just that with time I had learned to show a blank face even if there is a storm of emotions hailing inside my heart. Reaching a 2 storyed Building with a rusted iron gate, Jaxon opened the gates. If I was a director, I would have chosen this location for my next horror movie. But right now I am the victim of that horror movies. Entering a barren yard, we reach the wooden doors of the house. Jaxon knocked twice, and after seconds, it was opened by a tipsy woman wearing nothing but black lingerie, eyeing my brother as if he is some sort of meat, which she is ready to eat. I scrunched my nose in disgust. Her breasts are almost falling out, you can get a glimpse of her nipples as well, and

Minnow spitted venomously with lips curled over teeth. Saylor's glare fell on his lap, and his shoulders slumped. He knew better than to try to speak to her at this moment. "We recruit a new hunter each year," Cecil said calmly over his shoulder. "Hunter? What do we hunt?" Minnow turned to her father for answers. "Well, we hunt, um." He stuttered. His eyes searched his wife. Dovie rolled her eyes. " We hunt werewolves and other supernatural beings," she said simply without batting her perfectly styled eyelids. Instead, she continued flicking through the stack of papers in front of her.

Sweat trickled down his face as the rattling stopped. Eliseo waited, but there was no sound. He placed both hands on the door carefully and listened. He couldn’t hear anything. With a deep breath, he unlocked the door and opened it very slowly. Halloween Night, 1992 The lights were bright in this neighborhood, and the decorations were amazing. One house went all out with the decorating. Classic horror icons stood in the yard along with a large pumpkin glowing behind them for an eerie effect. A picture of a black cat covered the entire front door. Eliseo stopped to admire the decorations. He wished he had a camera right now.

I turned to face Niro right away. He instantly shook his head while puckering his lips, and I immediately pouted. My shoulders immediately slumped because of disappointment. That's two thousand pesos, now that I think about it. We can already afford it with three of us. Additionally, it appears like there is furniture there. And the woman was pleading for me to get that house. I'm wondering why. I'm just inquisitive; I'm not a nosy person. It's preferable if you are aware of the cause. You see, we won't live there unless there are wicked spirits or things there that we can't see. It might possibly be the cause of my death.

It's going to be a short work. 4. It's the author's first attempt at horror and this kind of genre. Apologies if it sounded like a comedy, I'm not trying to make it a comedy. Pinky promise. 5. Author has many more works, check out her website, Youtube, discord and all for more. Insanity is her inspiration. 6. This is a collab work with Goodgrief Sausagepen. Goodgrief is the Main Writer.

Then at the river. Because suddenly, it wasn’t the house that was haunted. It was her whole life.

Just hearing it made the trees outside the window blur like home was hiding behind them. “Give me the rundown again,” William said, eyes still on the road. Alexandra reached for the wrinkled sheet of paper on the dash. “So, about a month ago, this group of teenagers decided to go poking around this supposedly haunted house on the edge of town—” William cut her off. “Haunted by what?” “Allegedly,” she said, “by a spirit who hates women. Legend says it targets girls—hangs them in the rafters.” “Oh,” I said dryly. “Awesome.”