The House Of Horrors Novels & Stories

A bad feeling washed over me. I threw the door open, and my eyes went wide. My once-pristine leather sofa was buried under piles of clothes. Some had even fallen onto the rug, stomped over with muddy footprints. Toiletries from the bathroom were strewn across the floor, leaking everywhere. The refrigerator door hung wide open, and I spotted chips and snacks scattered all around. If it weren't for the familiar curtains, I'd have thought I walked into the wrong apartment. What pushed me over the edge—my Lego sets that I'd displayed on either side of the TV had been knocked to the floor and smashed to pieces.

The truth of the matter was much worse though. Running out of options, I bought the place because it was dirt cheap, and someone had just abandoned it, so they sold the old place within a few days. If I remember right, the closing was within a week of seeing the house in the first place. That should have been the very first indicator of a problem, but I was too blind to see it till later. My husband at the time, believed in things that went bump in the night but wasn’t as scared as I have always been, so he would tend to make fun of me, even though he had never seen things like I had.

Terrified of losing their jobs, those employees banded together to drive out the interns, using staged paranormal incidents to force them to quit. The fingerprint scanner failed because Zoe deleted the data. The freezing air came from remote-controlled cooling devices installed in the vents. Computer malfunctions were caused by embedded control programs. As for the elevator, they had bribed a junior member of the property staff. In my previous life, if I had resigned, I wouldn't have died. But Adam stopped me at every turn because he wanted my accidental death compensation. If I died in the elevator, both the company and property management would have paid out large sums.

Despite the growing sense of foreboding that hung over her, Ayana refused to back down. With each revelation uncovered in her investigation, Ayana's unease evolved into a profound sense of dread. The stories of mysterious disappearances, tragic accidents, and whispered rumors of curses painted a chilling picture of the house's past, shrouding it in an aura of foreboding. Despite her growing apprehension, Ayana's determination to confront the truth remained unwavering. She understood that only by facing the secrets of the past head-on could she hope to find peace and security in her new home.

They cleaned in silence, the fight forgotten in the face of fresh fear. I caused the incident but the house amplified it, sending a low rumble through the foundation that shook the entire first floor. Noah woke screaming about monsters under the house. The family slept in the living room together that night, huddled on mattresses dragged from upstairs. The tension had become a living presence, following them from room to room.

Horror struck me like lightning, and I knew then that my worst fears had come true - my old pack and family had been brutally wiped out. “Hallie get back here now.” Hugh ordered me as he and Alpha Arnie chased after me, attempting to calm me down, but it was too late. I was already consumed by a need to uncover the truth. Ignoring their calls, I sprinted onward, disappearing into the maze of corridors within Moonstone Manor. Each corner I turned revealed more and more lifeless bodies, my heart breaking with every sight. The hallways felt suffocating, as though every step I took was leading me deeper into a twisted nightmare.

Liam asked, squeezing my hand. “Huh?” I had to crane my neck to accommodate our height difference. He tilted his head to the side. I faced the booth where he took me. ‘Horror House’ was written in cryptic scribble on top of the door adorned with thick cobwebs. A dude in a cape stood behind a podium. His hair slicked back, and his face was a cake of white powder glared at us with his burning red eyes. A trail of fake blood dribbled down the side of his mouth. He flashed us a cryptic smile.

~Liora~ The entrance to the haunted house looked like something straight out of someones very vivid nightmare. Twisted iron gates, fake cobwebs thick enough to look real, and a low groan of sound effects bleeding through the walls that made the hair on the back of my neck stand at attention before we even stepped inside. I stopped walking just before we could cross the threshold. "Everett." "Yeah." "I want to go home." He turned to look at me, amusement written all over his face. "You said you liked horror."

They were different, written in a hurried, almost frantic hand. The words on the page were a warning. A warning about the house, about the power it held over those who entered it. The journal spoke of a ritual, an ancient practice that bound the house’s inhabitants to it. Once you entered Blackwood Manor, you were never truly free. The house claimed its occupants, feeding on their fear, their desires, and their souls. The final entry in the journal read:

Then at the river. Because suddenly, it wasn’t the house that was haunted. It was her whole life.