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The House That Whispers

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Reads 465
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Parts 15
Time 46m

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It wasn't supposed to be a rescue. It wasn't even supposed to be real.

A drunken dare. A reckless chase. A twisted game. Harry and his friends entered the house with one thought-to take what wasn't theirs. But the moment they crossed the threshold, the game turned against them.
The doors locked. The walls shifted. Their desires became chains, their laughter swallowed by silence. At first, they thought it was a man-a monster lurking in the dark, toying with them. But the deeper they went, the more the truth clawed at their sanity. The house was alive. And it wanted them to suffer.
Time unraveled. Lust turned to regret. Hunger turned to madness. Their mistakes tightened like a noose, and soon, Harry found himself losing more than just his way. He was losing them.
And the house was still watching.
Because no one leaves until it is done with them.

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Paranoia by LetAairaSleep

It started with a text. A number. A job that paid too much for doing nothing at all. All she had to do was live. Be watched. And never ask why. The cameras were set. The money came in. Silence was the only rule. But silence has a sound. And it follows her. Even now. People look familiar, but she's never met them. Her belongings shift when she's asleep. And sometimes... she sees faces in places no one should be. She ended the job. But the watchers never left. And the strangest part? No one remembers the company. Not even her friend who sent the text. There are no answers. Only eyes. Everywhere.

Chosen For Death by queensilver

The Monster: I am the darkness that stalks you, the whisper you hear in the dead of night, the monster that hides beneath your bed. You've always belonged to me. You can run, but I live for the chase. You can beg me to leave, but I know you crave the terror. The Haunted: I feel him-death-lurking at every corner. I'm trapped in his world. I don't recognize myself anymore, with him always by my side, whispering, watching, waiting for me to fall into his shadows. And I can't escape him. Not when I crave him. Unedited♡

The Wolf's Prey by courtneyrush756

[completed!] Under editing! Man kind, invincible and scared of nothing. We were the superior race, and we revelled in it. We all thought we were the ones at the top of the food chain, completely untouchable. However it was like I said, we 'thought' we were. In the darkness lurks a creature like no other, that prays upon us. Hunting us! Waiting for just the right moment to strike, to knock us off of our high pedestal and back onto the ground. I know this because I have seen this beast. Been face to face with it, battled toe to toe with this creature, fighting for what was left of my life, and I was losing! - - - - - - - - "Watch out!" I scream in alert, as a hard thudding sound pierced our ears as something slammed into our side of the car, sending a sensation of dizziness as the car spun of of control. The screeching tires dragged along the floor, with the faint stench of the irony liquid dripping from my head as it all grew still...

The Queen's Slave (Book 1) by herlittlenightmare

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The Claimed by Mentally-Insane

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The Final Evaluation by Sachiraaa1

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The Descent by NyxStormy

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Paranoia

It started with a text. A number. A job that paid too much for doing nothing at all. All she had to do was live. Be watched. And never ask why. The cameras were set. The money came in. Silence was the only rule. But silence has a sound. And it follows her. Even now. People look familiar, but she's never met them. Her belongings shift when she's asleep. And sometimes... she sees faces in places no one should be. She ended the job. But the watchers never left. And the strangest part? No one remembers the company. Not even her friend who sent the text. There are no answers. Only eyes. Everywhere.