The House Of Horrors の小説・ストーリー

My dad seems really distressed as he glances over towards the direction that he just came from. “Then speak your warning.” “Your time is drawing closer, your family is in danger, be prepared.” Then suddenly the monster disappears and I end up at my old house, but all my family seems to be alive. That is until I realise what day it is by looking at the calendar in the kitchen. It’s practically my dooms day. I can remember coming home in the afternoon finding everyone dead; the monster must be coming soon. I see dad standing in the exact same spot as he was when I found them, there is a sudden bang and I look around I see dad stand there, sadness showing in his eyes. He seems to look at me and

Arnold stood furiously at the dining table in a full of raged. His face was covered up with sweat and I could see the liquid in his forehead dripped down his face. His eyes widened up in horror, looks like he was going attack whoever came close. His chest beat faster, visible inside his house wear. I heard the sound of thick liquid as it drizzled down the tiled floor continously, their are blood traced on the floor. Up to his palm, was a hand soaked in blood. His arm trembled to the reaction of the cut in his palm.

I immediately returned home, but suddenly the house was mossy, each patch of moss clinging to the walls was peeling off when exposed to the sun all day. The clear glass panels separating the house from the wall also disappeared. There was only a cold, worn-out wall like the first time she came to see the house. Is this place haunted? Her whole body trembled with fear. Is it okay for her family to stay? “Husband! Parents! Children!” She shouted, called them, but the only response was her own echo. Suddenly, someone's shadow passed through the glass door on the second floor of her room. It was not her husband, for his figure was well-built, and this man was slim like a woman.

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.

While watching, their hearts were up to their throats and eyes wide open, expecting gory scenes, when suddenly they saw a crowd of zombies almost catching up to the crowned prince, and abruptly, the front door was banged open. Through the dim light of the TV, the only source of illumination in the living room, and with sparse flecks of light from the lightning, they saw a man full of sticky brownish substance and a foul stench that is capable of overturning the stomach inside out along the bestial growl akin to a monster. "Ah! Ah! Woof! Woof! Ah! Ah! The zombies came out." The house of the Alma family was greatly disturbed by the cacophony of its family members. With the thick veil of rain a

Elliot could see clearly under the night vision lens. The haunted house scene was eerie and terrifying, with peeling paint on the walls, giving the impression of an abandoned and sinister dwelling. Dried bloodstains adorned the floor and walls, cobwebs clung to corners, and cotton-like fluff floated in the wind. Piles of white bones and skulls were scattered about, occasionally accompanied by the eerie cries and howls of ghosts. Sophia tightly gripped Chase. Her face was pale, revealing her intense fear.

I end the phone call, and I still feel like I am slipping into a void of emptiness. I just keep wishing over and over to have them back. I get up, I know I have to. I need to see if the police need anything else. I walk out of the bedroom. I leave the door open, closing feels too soon. I descend the stairs. I cannot face the horrors but, I know I have to. The house is different. It feels like the house is screaming in pain. I keep my head held high like I was raised. I do not look at the macabre unless I have to. I walk through the house. Forensics I can see starting to work on cleaning up the mess. I see with dread the decayed remains of my family being zipped up into bags and sent to the

It was as if a magician had cast a spell, distorting the very fabric of the space around me, confounding my senses. My mind raced as I searched for an escape route, my palms growing clammy with anxiety. Every turn I took seemed to lead me deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of this house of horrors. The sounds of Sebastian's distant voice echoed through the halls, a constant reminder of the danger that lurked behind me.

Professor Sebastian carefully emptied his glass, “ You want to come in and find out? “ The question weakened me with probe, but my friends accepted the offer way to soon before I could refuse it. We entered into his home and the interior was one I had never seen before. The house exudes a masterclass in sophisticated horror. As i stepped into his house, i was enveloped in an atmosphere of refined malevolence. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and smoke, but it's not unpleasant, it's intoxicating, like a siren's whisper. The foyer is a grand, high-ceilinged space with black marble floors that seem to absorb the light around me. The walls are adorned with crimson tapestries, depic