The House Of The Spirits Novels & Stories

Even though I don’t believe in the power of Voodoo, the thought of using this potion on another person sickens me. Desperately wanting to change the subject from human sacrifice to literally anything else, I ask, “What about the ghosts?” The voodoo priestess nods thoughtfully. “Those are the spirits of the souls buried in the cemetery in the swamp and those that have died in the house. When the workmen disturbed their graves, the spirits were broken from their rest.” “The children,” I realize, thinking of the sounds of laughter that sometimes drifted down from the upper floors. “And they aren’t the only ones,” Mama Janvier adds.

It looked brighter inside the house compared to the outside that you would think it was infested with evil elements. Artefacts filled every shelf in the house. There were also large black and white paintings of various faces hanging on the wall of the house. "Don't wander around as you might break something," Mrs. Roque reminded then turned to the old woman, "Miss, where is the Espiritu family?" "Ah, they will be here later, ma'am. Do you want a drink?" she asked then looked at us one by one. She smiled again as she looked up at me. "What about you, miss, do you want a drink?"

The smoke from burning corpses still lingered in the air as I climbed the stairs onto the front porch. Relying on my sixth sense, I navigated toward the room where they had gathered. The spirits moved faster than I could in my disabled physical form. I had sensed their approach before they descended on the house, but they had reached their targets before I could intercept them. I ground to an abrupt halt at the door, taking in the scene.

He then went to where the elaium was sitting and pick it up in his arms. "Is elaium the same as a house spirit?" He sat down on the stool while Noel folded his sleeves. Noel pondered a bit, before answering, "They are different. House spirit is like a ghosts, haunting the house meaninglessly, while spirits, like elaium, had their own specific tasks." "I see..." Ricky nodded his head slowly while playing with the lizard's cold and soft webbed foot. Noel who stared at him from the kitchen counter unconsciously broke into a smile.

But the words cut deeper than any blade. "You can rest in peace now." My ghost trembled in the air, nearly coming apart. So even after my death, even in my father's mind, I was still nothing but a doomed curse—and my suffering was nothing but an offering to comfort his dead son. Just then, Old George, the family butler, came in carrying a steaming bowl of nutritional broth. George had watched us boys grow up—and he was the only soul in this cold house who'd ever shown me any kindness.

asked Rumi innocently. "Don't you feel it?" "You mean?" Kimi rolled her eyes and then looked at Rumi in annoyance, “the spirits in this house are running away again. They are now everywhere. You really don't feel their presence?" Rumi moved her head up and down, she didn't show the slightest bit of anxiety. "Is that a problem?" "Why are you here? Of course the problem! Don't you remember the reason why they could be locked up in this house?” "Not."

THE MANSION MANSION IS UNDER ATTACK!!! Katherine ran towards Robert's cabin, she was terrified and bothered. "Robert! Robert..." She blurted as she stepped into the cabin. Robert was working on something and appeared oblivious to the happenings outside. "Robert... The mansion is under attack! The people...they- they had no faces.. no body..they were like air... and-" "They are the spirits of the forgotten," Robert said interrupting, he put his hand on her shoulder calming her down. He walked towards the shelf and pulled out a big dusty book. He opened and turned pages and finally stopped at a specific page.

Explosive spirit He ran down a dark corridor, an endless maze beneath a mighty mountain. A beast followed him. He was huge and she was fierce and she knew he would swallow her if he caught her. His legs were like lead. The floor stuck to his feet like tar, slowing him down, but the pursuer managed to sprint. echoed in the dark hall. His breath cleared his throat. His dirty slave was dripping water from his hand, he waved back and changed his face, but he was afraid to know. He raised his arms to defend himself, but to no avail. He reached out with powerful claws. They pierced his flesh and drew blood. There was pain like red iron in his side. She stood up, opened her mouth and barely stopped

As I drift into unconsciousness I start a chant of protection against demons *Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no couch… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a hag-demon, or a ghoul, or a robber-sprite, or a weeping woman that hath died with a babe at the breast… Whatever thou be until thou art removed, until thou departest from the body of the man, thou shalt have no water to drink. Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand… Into the house enter thou not. Through the fence break thou not...*

Sophia confessed, taking out a comfortable dress. “Did I?” Sophia exhaled before turning around. “Don’t change the topic, Hunter. Why did you…” “Because I love you, and you’re not allowed to ask any question about my ways of showing love.” Brandon said, cutting her in between. Sophia didn’t raise that topic again after listening to his words because it was of no use. She thought to repeat something like this later instead of arguing. “If I’m not wrong, then there are now two spirits in the house,” Sophia said when Brandon helped her in wearing the clothes. “And the bad news is the second spirit is still in the house.”