The House Of Horrors Novels & Stories

THERE’S SO MUCH. TATE LANGDON, AMERICAN HORROR STORY 20-MARCH-1930 A family newly moved to Vineyard from the city after facing a couple of hard time. They thought it best to come to a secluded small town and live a cheap normal life but little did they know the house they moved into experienced a terrific incident. Three years before the family moved in, there was once a happy family—the owners of the house, they lived happily till one day all the family members died during their sleep. This continued to happen to every family that moves into the house

Black venom dripped thickly from its jaws, hissing where it splashed into the flooded mud, sending up clouds of acrid steam. Around its massive form, smaller horrors crawled through the rising water—mutated wolves with too many eyes, pale-skinned swamp leeches the size of dogs, twisted deer skulls sprouting spider legs. The air itself seemed heavier, fouled by rot and sulfur. Inside the house, silence reigned. Junie clutched Jade to her chest. The baby slept peacefully, oblivious to the gods and monsters clashing outside. Simone and Willa hovered close, their faces pale and drawn. Jonah stood near the barricaded door, fists clenched tight, his jaw taut.

She argued solid and stretched open the wide gates of the haunted house. Bats flew in the sky making dangerous sounds. The complete premises was covered with dried leaves and cobwebs. The mansion looked old, colorless and out of life like a death invite. Amara gulped heavy. She is terrorized, is an understatement yet she was determined to save her boyfriend. As she was about to take her step forward again the same devilish figure appeared before her flying around her in air. This time he was angrier. "Didn't I warn you, do not go there. There is nobody residing inside." He told his same words used hitherto but this time with force.

Earnestine asked Hayley leaning at the door with her arms folded. “Never been better.” Hayley answered, as she pulled off her shoes, and top. “Get some rest before you come down for dinner.” “Thank you.” Hayley smiled. Hours later. It was drizzling, the heavy rainfall, rumbling, and the storm had stopped. They could only hear the sounds of the dripping, and splattering on the metal sheets that covered the building. The four sisters were in the living room watching a horror movie, they held themselves tight. They watched the man on the television screen scream, as his throat was slit.

That thought haunted Celena, tears streaming down her face as an abyss of despair consumed her. Crash! Amidst the lively bustle, a thunderous crash shook the Hughes family estate to its core! The grand mahogany doors were splintered from the outside with a single, forceful kick! As a commanding figure strode into the entrance, the crowd spun around, their faces illuminated by the dazzling lights and the menacing red lasers of numerous guns. In that instant, a wave of icy dread rolled in like storm clouds, swirling ominously over the estate. It was as if the fury had torn open the heavens, unleashing the malevolent spirits of the underworld.

Bertha Mason had been a woman with no options, no voice, no path to freedom except through destruction. My body swayed as I staggered back to the bed, collapsing onto the thin, damp mattress. The ceiling spun above me, water stains twisting into grotesque shapes that seemed to watch me with hollow eyes. I closed my own eyes, preferring the darkness to those accusing stares. Sleep came in fragments, disjointed and shallow. Each time I drifted off, I was jolted awake by the house shifting above me—the creaks and groans of the old mansion stretching its bones. My heart began to synchronize with these sounds, as if the house and I were becoming one organism.

In the big house at the end of the second floor, compared with the gloom outside, although there were luxurious decorations and dim lights in the house, it was gloomier. Most of the decorations in the rooms were made up of all kinds of skulls, wild beasts, humans, or demons. They were hung around the house one after another. In the center of the house, there were several female corpses hanging from the roof, which seemed to have just died. They were covered in blood and were covered with scales. Obviously, they must have suffered various inhuman tortures before they died. In front of the hall of the house, there was a white carpet with long furs. In the center sat a big fat man weighing four

There's a monster at my door. No shadow can hide me. Darkness cannot conceal me. I'm a flickering light, I'm warm flesh, I'm a beating heart. Knock, knock, knock . There's a monster at my door and it won't go away. It won't ever go away. ******* The faint scent of cigarette smoke filtered through the gap in the partly-open doorway. The voice of a newsreader I couldn't stand, drifted in with the smoke, serving as nothing but background noise to the crack of bone and screams I could still hear.

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Milena~ Another nightmare. Once again, the blurry images and screams of pain follow me through a dark, lonely path. I’m led into a burning house. Woods eaten up by angry flame fall as the fire deepens into their skeletons. Horror screams with the words 'Help us’ call to me. More demanding with each second. I shiver, hot sweat coats my body, soaking dress and skin as I amble closer. Racing heart attacks with piercing pain as I slowly approach the house.