The House Of Horror Novels & Stories

I let out a cry. The footsteps behind are louder and are moving faster. I look behind me in the darkened hallway, waiting for whatever’s behind me to appear in the yellow dim light. I wait there anxiously, the nerves in my body make me almost want to vomit. The footsteps stop just before the light, I still can’t see whatever it is as it waits in the darkness. No sound is heard, the air around grew intense, my nerves were all over the place as I stared into the darkness in front of me. Just then the light above blew out letting out a loud pop. From behind I can feel the presence of someone. I can feel someone breathing on the back of my neck as I sit there too terrified to look behind me. “We

He stops as they both stumbled upon a house, Now the house wasn’t like any other house, It seemed like it was built years ago, You could see the railings of the house falling apart, He shared a look with Aurora and looked back at the house which they just stumbled upon. The house had a huge sign on it that read 'HOUSE 5B2C ' They were at the supposed house, Looking at the house again, you could tell it was a deserted house, The railings were falling apart however the front door was still in place, This was the haunted house.

Nakaramdam siya ng uhaw kaya nagdesisyon siyang bumaba. Nang nasa hagdan na siya ay nakaramdam siya na may dumaan sa ibaba. Tiningnan niya ito pero biglang nawala. Nang papasok na siya sa kusina ay naramdaman niyang may dumaan ulit sa likod niya. Paglingon niya ay wala na naman. Kailan pa naging haunted ang bahay ko eh kakagawa lang nito?

It wouldn’t always be an illusion of what she secretly wanted to see here, currently, she was happy, so she was seeing things that made her happy, but should someone cross her or she gets upset, she will see Hell for what it really is. “Home, sweet home,” I said as we approached my Victorian-era style home. Abby’s face was somewhat surprised, “It’s…beautiful…” She said and I chuckled at her. “Come on, I want to show you inside.” * * Damien had his hand on my lower back as we walked up to the all-black house. I dreaded what I would find once inside his home. More of the Hell that Damien knew and loved with shackles and more burning ember to walk on. I took one last look at the sky above me an

Thankfully, I had run away from my parents when that blast happened, so I didn’t kill anyone. I had no idea what we were getting into, but as we approached the house; I knew we were fucked. The bush we were hiding behind was thick, so seeing what was all going on was hard. Men were walking in and out of the house, and some were sitting on the porch swing. A small sign read, “Rose’s mixers.” We were downwind, and the look of their skin told me they were vampires. And they don’t sleep. “So, we are supposed to break in to a house that is a 24 hours store with vampires and witches?” Ben stated the obvious.

PROLOGUE: Dream House June 2006 The house crouched there on the corner of Abercorn and Wayne like something alive but dormant, a hibernating beast, which may soon awaken and swallow the world whole. Standing across the street in Crenshaw Square, Brad Storm thought he would describe the house in those terms in one of the horror stories he liked writing. Despite the tour guide’s eerie tales about the place’s rather macabre history, Brad only saw a gorgeous Greek Revival mansion. Sure, the house was neglected and in serious need of repairs, but the bones were sturdy. Brad could use his hyperactive imagination to see beyond the busted windows and missing shutters, the moldering brick and general

Well never mind. As discussed before I entered, I was given a flashlight to use because it was dark inside the horror house, which is originally an old laboratory that had not been used for about a year. I realized that I asked a stupid question earlier. There is a flashlight so it's impossible for me not to find him unless he doesn't show up at all. Anyway, whether he shows up or not, I will continue because the set-up of the horror house looks good now. My heart almost jumped out of my chest. "Motherfucking horse!" I exclaimed when suddenly someone grabbed my shoulder. I immediately focused on the flashlight, and the dean was almost blind because the lights directly hit his face.

Only registered by the dying scream of sensors that weren’t supposed to exist anymore. ~~~~~~~~~~ THE BLACK HOUSE — NURSERY — SAME MOMENT Lorenzo hadn’t moved in six hours. He sat in the chair by Emilio’s cot, one hand resting on the child’s ankle, feeling for signs of anything unnatural: pulse spikes, eye twitching, the soft click of code behind breath. But Emilio had been still. Until now. The lights flickered. Then failed. The air turned thick. As if something sacred had just been killed. Then—

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

"That company is targeting me. Everything in that place is targeting me. I'm not going back tomorrow. If I stay there any longer, I'll die." After calming me down, Adam tried to persuade me, just like he had in my previous life. "How could office equipment target you? Machines aren't alive. There's no such thing as something that evil. You must be stressed from job hunting. "Besides, your company has great benefits. You're making almost 60 thousand dollars a year before benefits, with weekends off and paid leave. "Be good. Give it a few days, and you'll adapt." I shook my head violently. "No. It is real. Please believe me. Look at my hand. The coffee machine burned me on purpose."