The House Of The Spirits 소설 & 이야기

With the mention of the house, the Spihost started looking towards the wide vast house which was spanning across her head. "He remodeled the house and made sure that I will never be able to come out of that dark place where my body was buried. For many years I was able to see my husband live in this house with his girlfriend. Then one day their son was playing and his ball hit the pipeline in the ground causing a tiny crack in the water fountain. As you predicted then I came up and slowly started gaining power before attacking them. All the power I gained by staying underground attached to my body and spirit, I used them in killing the ones who took my dar loved ones from me." The voice of t

The spirit distinctly hated men and aggressively tried to for them to leave the house. “It almost makes sense. Everything revolves around destroying that blasted anchor stone. I’m glad we went to that bookshop, though. The information we’ve found there has made things so much easier to understand.” Greta frowned at his notes. “We don’t have a clue about what kind of spirit it is?”

She stifled a yawn. “Uhmm.. Right. I did.” Gosh. I felt like a high schooler in front of his crush. “La Casa dos spiritus.” “What?” She stared at me in confusion. “The house of spirits? It's a place in Salamina, right?” “Ohh… La Casa de los Espíritus. Yeah, it is. What about it?” “Is it really haunted by spirits?” “Definetly!” “Really?” I sat up in my chair. “Have you been there? You've seen them? Heard them? Tell me all about it.” I rattled off like a 3 year old who had too much ice cream.

With that, Kiran abruptly opened the red bottle. “No, don’t!” Caleb’s voice, filled with anger and boundless pain, screamed as if his heart had been pierced. Whoosh! A red ghostly figure emerged from the bottle, transforming into a mist of blood and flying in all directions before vanishing. “That’s my wife Zara’s spirit,” cried a man kneeling on the ground, reaching out as if trying to grasp her. Kiran paused, surprised that the spirit had escaped without a chance for him to offer it peace. He quickly covered the bottle’s mouth with his hand, reciting incantations to calm the remaining spirits.

Maybe I should have taken the hint. By the time I arrived, the air buzzed with a pressure I couldn't explain. The burned-down house loomed against the dark sky, its charred beams jutting out like broken ribs. The energy hit me the moment I stepped into the ruins, slamming into me like a punch to the face. It was suffocating, like trying to breathe underwater. I stumbled forward. "What the hell do you want from me?" I muttered. The spirits didn't answer. They never did. But I could feel them.

I open my eyes, expecting to see desolate pack grounds, but I’m inside the pack house, my spirit floating free with Shawna’s as we go from room to room, looking for the others. One after the other, we find the spirits, each of them a little ball of energy and light, and order them to wake up. We need to hurry up. I can already feel the return of the deadly exhaustion, and Edira is starting to slip away. I barely have time to finish the thought when something jerks me back to my body standing in the courtyard. It’s like falling in your sleep, floating down to the ground before the fall jars you awake. Spirits come stumbling from the pack house and a few come wandering from the surrounding cot

Andres emphasized before excusing himself and letting us rest before the dinner invitation. Why is it like the rainbow before the storm? I thought worriedly. What is this? Who’s crying? The sound of crying was heard loudly from in front of me, it was not the cry of one person but many hysterical screams and cries. I slowly walked towards the direction of the cries and saw smoke. Ugh… The pungent odor of burning human flesh pierced my nose so I had to close my life using my hands. My eyes widened at the scenario in front of me

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 light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

Adrian merely tightened his grip on the hilt of the dagger he always carried at his waist. Inside the office, Vlad remained standing before the unlit fireplace. Suddenly, the embers that had seemed dead flickered to life on their own. A tall, bluish flame erupted, crackling violently. Ignatius, the ancestral spirit that dwelled in the family fire, manifested with power. "There is something wrong in this house," the flame hissed. "Blood, betrayal, and death." Vlad narrowed his eyes, his body tensing. "Where?" "In the heir's room."