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At least until he heard what James had to say about it. “Welcome, everyone, to the House of the Deceased,” James said. “I won't spend too much time talking out here, since most of the good stuff is actually inside. But I will tell you a few things that you might find interesting. First off, for those of you who didn't know, New York is said to be the most haunted city on the entire planet.” The crowd drew in a breath in unison and everyone looked at each other.

I’m not supportive, I’m deadly. Her house is decrepit. The smell hits me on the way up the driveway. This place isn't suitable for human life. Rotted meat wafts from the trash can, and my nose is all wolf picking up subtle musks and gross maggot-covered food items. Bodies of the white creatures dance atop the wet trash can lid.

Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate. The woman standing here was Luna Kane, heir to the Kane family. No one would ever hurt me again. Three days later, the yacht reached Norvale Port. Our car rolled into the wealthy district downtown. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the bustling night view of all of Norvale stretched out before us. I stood by the window, gazing at the glittering lights, but I felt nothing. … Third-person POV Back at Costa Estate, Vincenzo had already begun his retaliation against the Camorra family.

DARIUS’S POV The safe house was a total wreck, just a fourth-floor walk-up in a part of the city the Wolfes didn't even care to own. It smelled like rusty heaters and wet wool from our soaked coats, but right then, it felt like a palace. I threw the last deadbolt and slid the chain home, and the second that metal clicked, the adrenaline that had been keeping me together just vanished. It left me hollow and heavy, like I was ready to drop right there on the floor.

The fact that I'd choose it even knowing the cost. Welcome to the dark house. Where monsters wear human faces and victims smile while being destroyed.

"It started to get creepy." "The Black House is the House of Lost Souls," Elena simply answered. "Good thing that you still know how to think." "That is not a compliment," Joy responded. "It is now," Elena answered back. "Because if you are lost, any form of entertainment makes sense even if it's not." They watched the men drowned themselves on liquor and it seemed to be endless. They were empty bottles on the floor and Joy wondered when they started their session. It seemed to be so early to get that drunk.

Maria asked the same what I wanted to know. -"A house protector. She made the houses untouchable for all dead ones. All doors are protected because of her. Our people gave a huge sacrifice because of that." baba's lower lip began to tremble. -"But I never heard about her." Maria looked surprised and confused.

“I’m not going anywhere.” --- We entered the building cautiously, our boots crunching against debris scattered across the floor. The air inside was thick with the smell of decay, and the faint sound of shuffling echoed through the empty halls. Ethan’s team moved with precision, clearing each room as we made our way deeper into the warehouse. I stayed near the center of the group, my heart pounding in my chest as I scanned the area for anything useful. We had just reached the storage area when the first infected appeared. It came out of nowhere, lurching from the shadows with a guttural growl. Ethan reacted instantly, raising his hand and sending a wave of energy crashing into the creature, s

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

The door was unlocked. They slowly walked in. "Damien?" Ashleigh called. No answer. The house was dark but ironically didn't smell dusty. It actually smelt like it was just give a hot bath. "You go check upstairs," Jonathan instructed. Ashleigh nodded and went to the stairs. She slowly climbed up looking around. She looked to her left, then to her right. The master bedroom's door was opened. She slowly walked in. The large bed was neatly done but on one side lay a few empty bottles of medication. Then she took notice of the ginger hair.