The Old Dark House Novel Novels & Stories

Dim candle lights were the only source of light which were illuminating the old room . I coughed a little as some dust went into my nostril. I heard the door closed behind my back and looked back immediately. There I was,standing right at the middle of nowhere ,waiting for someone to visit whom I don't know of. I started to move around the place and look at the books . Some of the books were so heavy and old and there were moulds in them. A mixture of old rotten paper and moulded cheese smell was coming out from them as I tried to open some of those heavy books . They were written in strange language as I tried to read one of them . Didn't know what was that all about and I gave up already.

Why was Mom so worn out? My answer would have to wait. The twins sat back as one, even steepled their thin fingers together under their sharp noses at the same time in the same precise way. My own twitched, close to a sneeze from the heavy scent of the air. The dark room was full of old furniture and dust, the curtains drawn against the setting sun. Everything about their house screamed scary old witches. Picture Halloween at their house, only they lived it 24/7. Even the odor of old food smells, eau de boiled onion and cabbage with too much garlic had a haunted feel.

They held on to each other trying to have that sense of safety again at this moment, but nothing seemed to work. What would they do now? Will Olivia wake up? Is she dead? What other bad things are yet to happen? Will they ever escape the entrapment of the Dark house? No one knew the answers to these questions but it keep living, growing and raving through their minds like a parasite. "Mum? What happened to the doors that were just here? Or am I the only one seeing that the doors have disappeared?" Viola called everyone's attention to the fact that the doors that lead to their rooms along the passage, were no longer there!

“Uncle Derek I got a giant unicorn for the pool, come see come see!!” He laughed and reached for my hand. We walked in and I almost fainted. It was the most stunning house I’d ever seen. There was a grand staircase like Gone with the Wind, that branched off to different wings of the house. The entourage piled in, some going upstairs and some running through. There were massive windows everywhere with a ton of light coming in, seeming to warm the place. Everything was white and light, with little pops of color from paintings or trim. Derek and Ruby were running through the house, and we passed by it all so quickly I barely had time to gawk properly.

Eventually, however, I picked myself up, put the papers back in the envelope and took it with me, putting it in one of the suitcases that I then brought to the house. The house and property were really beautiful. Behind the house there was a forest, on the left side there was a lake. House itself was white, with red tiled roofs and two chimneys, one larger and one smaller. The main wing was slightly bigger than the second side wing, and from it was coming out an even smaller side wing, which mainly housed a kitchen and a pantry, which had the stove from which the smaller chimney opened up. Another part of the side wing was occupied by a small dining room, and then the corridor led to the mai

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

63. Soraya🍒 When I got home that Night, the whole house was dark as if darkness itself had fallen upon it. A cold shiver went through my body, reaching the bedroom. I pushed the door open, only to find more darkness. Usually, there's a small lamp on. Still, not tonight, even the moon wasn't shiny bright enough to shed any light in the rooms. Ignoring the creepiness that surrounds the house, I went straight to the bathroom and got ready for bed. It wasn't until I went back down to the kitchen that I saw him in the corner by the window with half a bottle of brown liquor and an empty glass in his hands.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward. She opened the book. The first pages were cold, filled with business notes and travel schedules. But as she flipped forward, the handwriting changed—it became jagged, frantic, and deeply personal. Her eyes landed on a single sentence near the end: Some ghosts don’t stay buried because they were never dead. A chill crept down her spine, turning her blood to ice. Before she could process the words, the lights throughout the estate flickered once, buzzed, and died. The house fell into absolute, suffocating darkness.