The House Of Horrors Novels & Stories

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

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.

“Hey, you two—pack up time! Let’s go!” No answer. She frowned and slowly turned the doorknob. The door creaked open. Inside, the light was dim and the air stank of rot and blood. Louisa stepped inside, and her eyes widened in horror. She froze. Bodies. What was left of them. The walls were painted with blood. Shadows slithered across the ceiling. Twisted shapes hunched over the torn-apart remains of the family, feeding like wild dogs—demons, glistening and slick, with eyes that glowed like molten coals.

"Before you took me back, I grew up in this instance. The three bosses here are my family. So tell me—what's wrong with calling this my turf? And if someone orders me around in my own turf, shouldn't they get slapped?" Laughter immediately erupted around us. One veteran player even wiped tears from his eyes from laughing too hard. "Little Missy, did your dad hit you so hard you went stupid? You actually dare say the three bosses of Happy Home are your family?" Not a single person believed me. After all, the survival rate of this instance was terrifyingly low. The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tr

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?”

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

I ran around the house as much as I can but at end my body get weak and legs get numb I couldn't run more. I remember...... I cried and screamed to stop them but no one was there to hear me. One dog jumped over my head and I fell down. Those high bass barking voice and their pointed teeth that is still inside my memory like a clear picture. Biting and pulling my dress , I cried miserably to stop that torture but they didn't attacked me by hurting my body but that fear it was for real. I thought they will be eat me . Pressing both my hands on ears and burying my face tightly to the loan grass I stayed there with my trembling body. Next day when I opened my eyes I was still on ground outside

she muttered, looking at me with fear in her eyes. I nodded. The stink of death was vividly sensible inside the house. I exhaled slowly and took the first step in. I passed through the short corridor and saw the first corpse lying on the floor. It was a middle-aged man with one arm separated from his body and his stomach cut wide open. One of his legs looked like it had been eaten. The whole view was horrifying. With a shaky breath, I stepped further into the house. Three more victims were lying in the kitchen area. As soon as the she-wolf saw them, she ran outside the house to vomit.

When I saw and noticed the promises of horror, he would inflict on me when he dragged me back, I knew I had fucked up. Please goddess. Please save me from this monster. Anything was better than going back to that house, to that room with him. Well…. anything except death of course. I didn’t want to die. The memory of what I had to face at the hands of this psycho resurfaced and I couldn’t help but tremble even more violently.

She asked as they became confused. "What are you talking about Angela?" Mr Fredrick asked her as she gulped. "Am scared dad... Let's just leave this house,,, some thing is just not right" Angela cried looking behind in fear. "What are you saying Angela?" Her mom queried "I heard a voice in my room... A little girl's voice and then my light went off and there was thunder, wind and lightening" Angela explained as they laughed heartily. She stared at them in annoyance. "How come none of you understand me? Am so sure of what I heard " She said