THE S£X CHRONICLES — 100 WAYS TO SIN

THE HOUSE THAT FEEDS ON SIN

The old museum smelled like dust, polished wood, and centuries of forgotten history. Ten college students spilled out of the two rented vans, stretching their legs and complaining about the long drive. The afternoon sun hung low over the quiet town, casting long shadows across the ancient stone building.

“Finally,” Khelani groaned, adjusting the strap of her bag. At nineteen, she was all curves and confidence, her dark skin glowing under the golden light. “My ass is numb from that ride.”

Chelsea laughed beside her, flipping her blonde hair. “That’s what you get for sitting on Tyler’s lap the whole way.”

Tyler grinned, slinging an arm around Chelsea’s shoulders. “Hey, she volunteered. Don’t hate the player.”

Miranda rolled her eyes, elegant even in casual clothes, her long legs looking endless in tight jeans. “Can we focus? This project is thirty percent of our grade. I didn’t come all the way out here to watch you all flirt.”

Stephanie stayed quiet near the back, petite and wide-eyed, clutching her notebook like a shield. Riley stood next to her, arms crossed, her short hair messy, looking bored but alert.

Damien, tall and muscular, clapped his hands loudly. “Alright, listen up! We’ve got three hours to explore, take notes, and get enough material for the presentation. Stay together, don’t break anything, and try not to embarrass me.”

Lucas leaned against the van, quiet as always, his dark eyes scanning the group. Nathan adjusted his glasses, already pulling out his camera. Kai stood a little apart, tattooed arms folded, watching everything with that intense, brooding stare.

They spent the next two hours inside the museum, taking photos of old artifacts, scribbling notes about colonial history, and pretending to be serious students. But the real excitement started when they stepped outside and spotted it.

Just beyond the museum grounds, half-hidden by overgrown trees, stood an enormous decaying mansion. Blackthorn Manor. The locals had mentioned it briefly during their tour, an abandoned estate from the 1800s, rumored to be haunted. Its dark spires pierced the sky, windows like empty eyes, ivy crawling up the stone walls like veins.

“Holy s**t,” Tyler whistled. “That place looks straight out of a horror movie.”

Miranda crossed her arms. “We should head back. It’s getting late.”

“Come on,” Chelsea begged, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Just a quick look. For the vibes. We can say we explored local legends for extra credit.”

Khelani grinned. “I’m in. This trip has been boring as hell.”

Riley shrugged. “f**k it. I’m down.”

Stephanie looked nervous but nodded anyway, not wanting to be the only one left out. The boys exchanged glances. Damien smirked.

“Fine. Twenty minutes. In and out. No one touches anything.”

They crossed the overgrown path, pushing through rusted gates that creaked loudly. The air grew colder the closer they got. The front doors were massive, heavy oak with iron details. Surprisingly, they swung open with almost no resistance.

Inside, the mansion was breathtakingly gothic. High ceilings, faded murals on the walls, chandeliers covered in dust and cobwebs. The scent of old wood, damp stone, and something sweeter… almost like incense… hung in the air.

“Wow…” Stephanie whispered, her eyes were wide.

They moved deeper, flashlights from their phones cutting through the gloom. The group split naturally into smaller clusters, talking and laughing, taking photos.

In one grand hall, they found the first strange thing: a life-sized marble sculpture of a demon f*****g a woman from behind. The detail was disturbingly realistic, her face frozen in ecstasy, his claws digging into her hips, c**k buried deep inside her. Another sculpture nearby showed a woman on her knees, sucking a demon’s c**k while another took her from behind.

“Holy f*****g molly,” Lucas muttered, staring.

Chelsea laughed nervously. “This place is wild. Rich people in the old days were freaks.”

They kept going, joking about the sculptures, taking silly photos, trying to act like it wasn’t affecting them. But the deeper they went, the heavier the air felt. The temperature dropped. Shadows seemed to move at the corners of their eyes.

At the end of a long corridor, they entered a massive circular chamber. In the center stood an ancient stone altar. The doors behind them slammed shut with a deafening boom.

Everyone jumped.

“What the f**k?” Damien shouted, running back to the doors. He pulled hard, but they wouldn’t budge.

The windows sealed themselves with a grinding sound, metal shutters sliding down from nowhere.

Panic rippled through the group.

Then a deep, ancient voice echoed through the entire mansion, smooth and terrifying, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.

“Welcome, little sinners… to The House That Feeds On Sin.”

The voice paused, letting the words sink in.

“You entered willingly. Now you belong to me. This manor survives on lust, shame, and pleasure. Feed it well… or it will feed on your souls instead. Solve my puzzles. Offer your bodies. Only then will I let you leave.”

A chilling silence followed.

The students stared at each other, hearts pounding, the weight of what they’d just walked into settling over them like a curse.