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Mansion of Insanity: Dark Halls
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    Time 33m
Complete, First published Apr 07, 2024
Mature
A young 2nd year college student named Harold Lopez got ended up in a Strange Mansion mysteriously. He was desperately looking for solution to escape this Hell where did he ended up. 

As the longer he wandered the place, the deeper and creepier the thing he'll encountered. Corpses, Some strange and hostile creature, Mysterious places, and more...

He can find a Hope behind of these Wooden doors or he'll become one of those unfortunate Victims in this cold hallway?

Q: Does this have a Sequel?
A: Most Likely to have a Sequel, Since this is the 1st installment of La maldición de la familia López Series.

Q: Does it has a Spice level?
A: No ma'am, this is horror not porno. Don't expect it to have a smut.
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Losing Game

6 parts Ongoing Mature

(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?