Historias de Welcometotheblumhouse

A woman walks home alone at night... with unwanted company on her trail #WelcomeToTheBlumhouse

Two vicious, bloodthirsty canines confront a paralyzed father as they force him to face the consequences of his actions. ***** #WelcomeToTheBlumhouse Word Count: 498

Every day, she wakes up from these horrible dreams. A masked man chasing and torturing her. Every day, she gets up, haunted by these nightmares. But are these dreams, really dreams? This is an entry for the Welcome to the Blumhouse writing contest.

The people in the kingdom looked and looked but they could not find the Missing Wedding Dress. And I was heartbroken! Would she ever find her wedding dress?

I guess you could say this is a horror story. I guess you could feel bad for the people who died. Or sorry for the people who survived the torture. I would too, that is if I wasn't the killer. But hey! They had it coming. --- This is a short story for the #WelcomeToTheBlumhouse writing contest. It follows the life of small town killer Quincy James, and his decisions leading up to him becoming a mass murder. Except in this version of high school murder mystery, Quincy is telling the story.

Three kids decide to sneak into their school, feeling something was hidden beyond explanation as one had a vision about what lies beneath the grounds. But does their curiosity cost them their lives? Or do they get to tell the tale that would petrify their minds till the day they die? Who knows.

Kaylee is living by herself, but thinks she's not alone. there are many reasons to be scared to live alone, but Kaylee's is much better.

The stereotypical dumb blonde scenario has always found a special place in horrors. But times are changing. #WelcometotheBlumhouse

A girl and a shadow of her past. All can be erased as long as she takes her meds...

Cecily wakes up, tied to a chair, and given a once in a lifetime opportunity... but she has to entertain everyone... put on a show for the audience in this round of the competition.

A series of stories that hold some form of perfection, be it life or be it death.

You are trapped. You are controlled. You want to do nothing. Yet, you must do something to escape.

This is just a nother normal house with a family of five but who new one person can rip their family to pices, why would someone do this? and who is the person under the mask?

Sixteen year old Mia Carter has lived with her father her whole life. She's never even met her mother, aside from when she was born. Now the day has come. Mia tries so hard to be nice when she meets her, but it's hard to be kind to someone who can't even listen. (For #WelcomeToTheBlumHouse contest only)

Rachel never thought that looking in a mirror, would be so dangerous..

You wake up. It's dark. And not only because it's nighttime. You don't know where you are, and you can't see anyone, but you're sure someone is watching you. Why? What do they want? And those dang crickets! Why the crickets? #WelcomeToTheBlumhouse

It's hard being the crazy oldest child, isn't it?

A recent college graduate sets of to meet who she assumes to be the man of her dreams but is instead greeted with a series of unfortunate events

Empty birdcage with white featherCredit Line© Amy Weiss / Trevillion Images (This story is my own original work, it is for the Welcome To The Blumhouse competition. Please do not copy or try to mark it off as your own. Thank you! And enjoy!) #WelcomeToTheBlumhouse

This is a story/poem that is about what death truly feels like. How the meaning of life only exists in The Bloody District. A District that shows the true meaning of both fear and death, but that being in the form of a girl. The girl being locked away. Locked away in a room of silence. A room where only the true scientific horror happens. A room that you might one day know in death. This is a Wattpad entry for-#WelcomeToTheBlumHouse The activation tag to enter- #WelcomeToTheBlumHouse This was created by- BlackArbiter Cover made in Wattpad Book Covers ©️ Copyright- All this book belongs to BlackArbiter. You are not allowed to use it unless you have my permission.