The House Of Horrors Novels & Stories

Yet, despite knowing all this, Dima couldn't stop the storm raging inside her—torn between the burning clouds she felt for him and the terror of what she might become if she gave in to him. Outside, the night remained glorious. But inside, something had shifted—as if the House of Horrors had redrawn itself within new walls. Wherever Malik went, terror followed; every place he slowly entered became another House of Horrors, another source of spreading evil. —Sunday morning. The Sunday sun rose over the quiet chalet, where Malik stood before the calendar hanging on the living room wall. His eyes scanned the carefully affixed sheet, where, in clear handwriting at

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.

Hence why the journey to the House of the Wolves took a whole day. When we arrived, it was already night. And when we went past the dense woods hiding the werewolves’ race, I finally saw the town proper in its glory. The town looked peaceful at night. Though the streets were empty, the streetlights gave light to the inhabited houses whose people must already be asleep. I observed the houses and streets as the convoy quietly passed the town. We climbed a small hill to reach the House, the familiar obsidian mansion with sharp tower roofs, and that same, deeply unsettling feeling reached the pit of my stomach and made me squirm in my seat. I do think my first obstacle has come—being comfortable

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

"Are you sure you can do my house? You don't hold a grudge against me, do you? It wouldn't be funny if the design of my house was destroyed because the interior designer I used was my ex who still holds a grudge." "Grudge.?" Yara laughed when she heard that. "Yara, I'm serious. My future wife can't get involved in this interior design matter because she doesn't understand, she leaves it completely to me. And I don't want to let her down." Yara's heart felt like it was being squeezed. No, not because she still loves Adam. She just couldn't accept seeing Adam live happily. And what did he say? Future wife? The man already has a future wife, building a house that they will live in together. Mea

ALYSSA Sneaking out is easy but climbing back in is a problem when you’re living in a packhouse like mine. The packhouse is the biggest building in Moonfall—but I can confidently say it isn’t the biggest everywhere, when it’s barely even a mansion. It’s a well-lit cream home that every modern couple in the stories aspires to have their children in… until they later find out that it’s haunted. ‘I did say that you’ve been reading way too many horror books.’

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.

I hate being scared, I hate jump scares, and I especially hate being in dark places where things might jump out at me. “Actually,” I start to say, hoping to suggest something else, but Tony’s friends are already heading toward the entrance. “Come on, Tara,” Tony says, taking my hand. “It’ll be fun. I promise I’ll stay right next to you.” Before I can object, we’re all walking into the horror house together. The entrance is dark and creepy, with fake spider webs and scary music playing. I already want to turn around and leave. As soon as we get inside, everyone starts splitting up to explore different paths. The horror house is set up like a maze, with different rooms and corridors that all l

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

Jessica's voice went dead serious. "This manor has thirty floors. The monsters on the lower floors? They're simple. Predictable. They work on pure instinct. Learn their patterns, and you can survive. Treat them like traps. But the higher you go... the ones at the top are a different breed entirely. They won't just kill you. They'll shatter your sanity in seconds. They'll show you what true terror really is." "She's right," Brad chimed in, his smile turning predatory.