Winchester Mystery House Novels & Stories

“In some houses, the walls remember every word. In this one, they keep score.” The Merchetti mansion was quiet at midnight, but not asleep, never asleep. From the east wing came the faint scent of cigar smoke — not fresh, but settled into the wallpaper after decades of deals, betrayals, and power claimed in whispers. The chandeliers were dimmed to a golden haze, their light catching the marble floor in soft reflections that stretched and shifted as someone moved.

Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but

In all my life, this was the biggest and most beautiful Pack I've ever been to. I glanced at him but he was busy with his phone like he wasn't expecting me to be stunned. Or maybe he just didn't care about what I thought. "It's beautiful," I remarked silently but it was more than enough for him to hear. "I know." He replied nonchalantly without a glance. I kept smiling at my window until we arrived at the Pack House. Two guards came to approach our vehicle. One on the left and the other, to my side. They opened our respective doors courteously and as I stepped out, my jaw dropped. The afternoon's sun warmly graced my skin, My breaths hung in my throat while my eyes twitched repeatedly at the

" The dog appeared to wrinkle up the wisps that seemed like eyebrows and he whined a little over her leaving him, She hesitated. Then remembering the doubled for him and then she left. She leaked tears all the way from Indianapolis to Cleveland, where the traffic distracted her long enough until she was almost to the little town that was home. She had a dreadful headache. She drove into the yard, with the other family cars, the pickup and a John Deere tractor and she looked around. She was home. The Browns' enormous house was on the edge of their when they were first married. It had been abandoned. Of all the family, only Georgia could see the place with clear eyes and realize the people who

The hallway ended in a fork, which was reminiscent of one of the hallways she was in earlier, and if she recalled correctly, she chose right last time, so now she went to the left. She opened the door and found herself in a small living room with a fireplace, a painting of the mansion hanging above it, some hunting trophies, a small boudoir and another door leading to somewhere outside. On the small table near the fireplace was an envelope whose top was torn open. The letter in it was still neatly folded in place, as if it was never read. Slowly, she pulled it out, making sure the paper didn't crumble, and quickly read it. Dearest Michael,

He lowers his head as he readies himself. "Well, now... are you prepared to face my pets? Dear Xylus?" the Queen asks before an enchanted circle appears on the floor behind Xylus. A monster came out of the magic circle, it didn't have any feet. Its two hands are enormous, with sharp poisonous claws in each finger. It has four fingers in one claw and five in the other. It has a spiked tail with poison dripping from each spike. The monster is covered with dark tar that drops every time it moves. Its four eyes are big, mouth large enough to swallow a whole car. It has rows of teeth that are as sharp as a sword.

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

ASHTON The peeling pepto bismol pink paint that reveals a hideous wallpaper underneath and the disheveled furniture can’t mask the desperation within the crumbling walls of Mysteria Manor. Even the high vaulted ceilings of the Victorian mansion can’t close its eyes to the death that lurks inside. In fact, it showcases our torment. Today it's a small, dainty body that sways from one of its supporting beams. This place should be swarming with cops, hell a priest to put shame on us, but why should the town of Fallen Oaks care about an operating safe house full of neglected and forgotten teenage girls when those who should’ve loved us unconditionally don’t.

“I’d turn into a raging alcoholic with PTSD and access to a rifle. Do you really think that’s such a good idea?” Winchester laughed. “You paint such vivid images. Let’s get to work then.” Asher grinned, emptied his cup of coffee, and got back to work. The only thing that was left to do was to paint the hallway and the foyer. Asher would wait until spring to paint the outside of the house. He was looking forward to going into business with Winchester. He had a lot of contacts and it was something else that would keep him busy. They hadn’t had snow in over a week, and Asher already knew what he was going to do the next day.

The house looked more like a warehouse , the ware house was built with bricks, and a weird type of roofing sheets , it looked more like a woven metal ,made solely for the purpose of design rather than being a roof top , we were walked through a cracked door at the back of the house , this left me wondering why they didn't use the front , my mother was right behind me. The room is quite dusty , spacious and suprisingly designed with a lot of artworks, there were frames of different animals , there was one I loved, it was a picture of a tired looking chimpanzee holding it's child tightly to her chest , it spoke volumes of emotions, if an animal had the capacity of giving such love , what could