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The House of Horror

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đź“– The House of Horror

Written by: Mohamed Mohamed Khalil

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“Sometimes... the horror isn’t in the house—it’s inside you.”

In the modern streets of Cairo, where technology quietly seeps into everyday life, The House of Horror pulses in a forgotten corner of the old city. No monsters guard its gates. Its walls don’t scream at night. It is silent. It waits. It watches.

The House of Horror is not just a frightening tale—it's a breath-stealing psychological journey that pulls you into a world of doubt, delusion, and hysteria. It begins with a sense of normalcy… and then reality unravels, scene by unsettling scene.

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👤 Who is Malik?

Malik is a young man in his late twenties, a software engineer living what appears to be a quiet life. After the mysterious death of his parents, he returns to his childhood home with his sister, Layla, hoping to sell the house and move on.

But the house… isn’t as they left it.

> “Everything in this place whispers my name… even the walls speak with a wicked tongue.”

Malik is no hero. In fact, it’s his mental fragility and desperate search for answers that make him so familiar—so human. What begins as harmless unease—a sound upstairs, a slow-shifting picture on the wall—spirals into a reality that swallows both brother and sister whole.

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đź§  Pure Psychological Horror

The horror in The House of Horror doesn’t rely on blood or visible ghosts. It taps into something deeper: doubt in one’s own mind.

The narrative starts calmly, almost soothingly. But the pace intensifies until it becomes a heartbeat racing in the dark. Each event, each line, drags the reader further into the unknown.

> “When I heard my sister scream in my dream, I thought I was asleep… until I saw the blood on my pillow.”

Everything in the novel is open to interpretation.

Is it mental illness?

A genuine haunting?

Has Malik lost his mind?

Or is Layla hiding something far more terrifying?

The horror here doesn’t bite. It crawls silently behind your eyes.

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🕯️ Is this just a house… or a mirror to something deeper?

This novel asks unsettling existential questions:

Is a house a keeper of memories… or a shapeshifter that crafts new realities?

Is what we see with our eyes truly real… or is what we fear within us even more true?

Malik and Layla are not facing a haunted house—they are confronting the embodiment of trauma.

Each room holds a memory.

Each corner hides a shadow from the past.

As the hysteria builds, dreams bleed into waking life. Truth becomes… just another possibility.

> “Layla said: Do you remember the little girl hiding behind the door?

I replied: There was no girl, Layla… we were alone.”

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🔍 The Plot: A Descent into Darkness

Chapter One

A quiet return to the childhood home. Night sounds. Falling rain. The smell of mold.

Then… letters appear. Handwritten. By Malik. Dated on days he never lived.

Chapter Two

Layla sees their "mother" walking the hall… though they buried her years ago.

Malik watches his reflection move in the mirror… after he’s left the room.

Chapter Three

A visit from a childhood friend unearths an old buried truth. A fire. A missing child.

Chapter Four

A hidden basement is found beneath the house.

Empty… except for a voice recording. Malik’s voice:

> “It wasn’t a house… it was a cage. And all I did was unlock the door from the inside.”

Chapter Five

The house begins to collapse—not physically, but mentally.

Hallucinations become tangible. Reality fractures.

Layla asks:

> “Was I the one screaming… or did I just hear you?”

The Ending?

Open. Chilling.

It forces the reader to rethink everything.

To question whether the story is truly over… or has only just begun—in your mind.

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📌 Powerful Promotional Quotes

> “The house never forgets who lived in it… or who died.”

“When the mind breaks, it doesn’t make a sound. It just… smiles.”

“My sister disappeared, but her voice still lingers in my ears… and my ears are still on my head, aren’t they?”

“Everything is real… just not in this world.”

“Layla said: Stop digging. You won’t find anything there.

I said: I’m not digging to go in. I’m digging to get out.”

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🎯 What Makes This Novel Different?

No clichéd jump scares.

No stereotypical monsters.

A deep, silent horror that touches readers from within.

Uses modern-day Egypt as a realistic backdrop, intensifying the eerie tone.

Blends psychological suspense with family drama.

A smooth yet multi-layered narrative filled with symbolic cues.

A thought-provoking, emotionally charged experience.

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📣 A Message to the Reader

The House of Horror is not a novel you simply read and forget.

It’s an experience. A test of your ability to endure uncertainty.

A journey into a house… that might resemble your childhood home.

Or perhaps it doesn’t exist at all.

Or maybe… just maybe… you’re reading this now,

from inside the House of Horror itself.

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TheChapter 1 _ House Of Horrors Opens Its Doors
Nasser entered the kitchen where his wife, Noor, was preparing dinner. Meanwhile, Malik and Sophia were in their rooms. With slow, heavy steps, Nasser approached one of the kitchen drawers. He opened it and pulled out a sharp knife. The kitchen was fully visible from the living room seating area. Suddenly, without warning, he lunged at Noor, stabbing her repeatedly in different parts of her body. A piercing scream shattered the silence of the apartment—Noor’s cry came with the very first stab! Malik and Sophia heard the scream from their rooms. Terrified, they bolted, rushing frantically toward the kitchen. Sophia reached first, followed immediately by Malik. She froze for a moment in shock, then let out a scream that made hearts tremble: Sophia (horrified, in a chilling scream): "Mom!" She dropped to her knees, clutching her mother’s lifeless, blood-soaked body lying on the kitchen floor. Malik lunged at his father, but Nasser shoved him forcefully backward. The knife was still in Nasser’s hand. As he pushed Malik in the chest, the blade sliced Malik’s upper shoulder, leaving a bleeding wound. Blood spilled everywhere. The kitchen transformed into a scene of pure horror—a nightmare that had only just begun. --- –Inside Nabil’s Apartment – Bedroom Nabil, living in the apartment adjacent to Nasser’s, was lying in bed, preparing to sleep, when a sudden, piercing scream broke the silence: Sophia (from behind the walls): "Mommy!" Nabil sat upright, his heart pounding. The building was usually quiet—he had never heard anything like this before. Suspicion and anxiety crept into his mind. Slowly, he sat at the edge of the bed, reached for his phone on the bedside table, and called the building’s security immediately. Nabil (anxiously): "Hello? This is Nabil, Apartment 30, 15th floor. I just heard a girl screaming 'Mom!' from the neighboring apartment—number 29. Please, someone needs to check immediately!" Mina: "Understood, sir." --- –Inside the Security Office on the Ground Floor Mina sat behind his desk, answering the call calmly. Ashraf and Shadi sat before him, alert and focused, awaiting instructions. Mina (firmly): "Ashraf, you and Shadi go to the 15th floor, Apartment 29. A resident reported hearing a girl scream 'Mom!' Go there immediately, check the situation, and report back." Ashraf and Shadi sprang from their seats and rushed out. They entered the elevator and headed to the fifteenth floor. When the elevator doors opened, they stepped out immediately. --- –Hallway Outside Nasser’s Apartment Nasser flung open his apartment door and bolted toward the elevator, a bloodied knife in hand. Malik stood at the doorway behind him. Malik (shouting): "He killed Mom! Stop him!" Nasser collided with Ashraf as he ran toward the elevator. Shadi quickly snatched the knife from Nasser’s hand. Ashraf restrained him from behind, and together they forced him into the elevator. Ashraf pressed the ground floor button. Upon reaching it, Shadi opened the elevator door and dragged Nasser into the security office. --- Mina sat behind his desk, watching as Ashraf and Shadi brought in Nasser, his clothes soaked in blood. He froze in shock. Mina (astonished): "Mr. Nasser?!" He stared in disbelief, unable to comprehend what he saw. Mina (to Shadi): "What happened, Shadi?" Shadi (seriously): "Mr. Nasser killed Madam Noor—his wife." Nasser lowered his gaze silently, uttering no words. Mina grabbed the phone from his desk and called the police immediately. Mina (after a moment): "Hello? This is Mina, security head at Tower 16, Cairo. We have a murder in the building. A resident killed his wife and is currently detained in the security office." Police (on the phone): "We will be at the location in a few minutes."--- –Outside the Building – Police Arrival Police officers arrived at the building entrance, led by the Officer. Beside him, a journalist carried a camera in one hand and two bags on her arms. Other officers followed closely. At the entrance, Mina stood to greet them, flanked by Shadi and Ashraf, each holding one of Nasser’s arms—one on his right, the other on his left. The police controlled Nasser, escorting him forcefully into the waiting squad car. Mina: "This was the knife he had while running, sir." Officer (gesturing to an aide): "Take it from him." Officer: "Where is the crime scene?" Mina: "15th floor, Apartment 29. Shadi and Ashraf will accompany you, sir, if you allow." Shadi: "This way, sir." Shadi and Ashraf guided the officer to the elevator. --- –Outside Nasser’s Apartment – Minutes Later The officer stood before the apartment, surrounded by his team. Shadi: "This is the apartment, sir." The apartment door was wide open. The officer entered, guided by Shadi, passing through the living room to the kitchen. Inside, Noor lay dead on the floor. Sophia cradled her mother’s head in her lap, tears streaming down her face. Malik stood broken, shattered, looking at the officer with red, tear-filled eyes—tears that refused to fall, frozen in the pride of a killer. Blood flowed from a wound on his upper left shoulder, dripping down to his elbow, and a drop fell onto Noor’s lifeless face, pooling in Sophia’s hands. Officer (seriously, firmly): "Cover the body." Police aide (standing beside him): "Understood, sir." Officer (looking at Malik and Sophia): "Both of you, come with me." The officer led them out of the kitchen, heading toward the apartment exit, closely followed by the journalist. Journalist: "Excuse me, sir, may I ask you a few questions?" Officer (firmly): "No interviews are allowed. You may attend the interrogations at the prosecutor’s office." Journalist (disappointed): "Thank you… but could I at least take a photograph of the victim? Or one of you?" Officer: "I won’t allow that." Officer (gesturing): "The victim is over there. You may photograph her." The officer and some of his aides exited the apartment, leaving the renowned journalist, Susan, in the kitchen—the crime scene. She raised her camera and captured images of Noor, her lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Meanwhile, a police aide approached and gently draped a white cover over Noor’s body

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