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house of horrors

Chapter 3 Hysteria

Word Count: 1420    |    Released on: 07/05/2026

omfort – The Begi

tment, trying to lift some of the h

his hands, his face pale and exhausted, as if life had

ting her head back and closi

n forgetfulness... but

her father, Nasser, stabbing her mother, Nour, blood spla

e present. She rose abruptly, moving toward the kitche

rned, she found Sophia standing before her, her face pale. Amal approached her gently and hugg

down, my dear. Don't think

ying. Amal led her gently to her r

ish preparing the m

er a while, Amal entered carrying a tray with food, a glass of wat

alm down, my dear. Take this

nk the water. Amal kissed her forehea

don't think about the

lik's door and knocked lightly.

in,

food and placed it on the table bes

u need to eat and rest. D

er, his quiet voice

you,

him to his silence an

e Fear – I Want

in front of her showed a scene from the horror movie Dead Silence 2, but the screams and blood awakened a mem

this morning... isn't what

emerged from her room, still sleepy. S

orning,

eplied

my dear... how

ed quietly, w

okay,

plant a sense of reassurance. At that moment, Malik emerged from his room

red. Amal replied gently

waiting for a response, leaving

e Sorrow Bef

her friend Ghada in her bedroom, the

r what happe

ked at he

happ

ed her voi

r killed h

d, her voic

ser is a good man... h

he defendant's cage, with Malik, Sophia, and Amal seated

They lost their parents in a single mo

r voice heavy w

anyone right now... let's wait

nce like mourning, before the scene f

escent in

eep. In his dream, faces from the past appeared: Amal and Sophia stood before him, pale, massive snakes coiled around their necks, spitting venom, hissing terrifically thr

olely on ending Malik's life. He screamed, trying to escape, but his body was

lently, clutching his neck, eyes wide with terror, sweat dripping from his b

mal's Ro

ce... until a terrifyi

m. Startled, she threw off her blanket, forgetting

hia emerging from hers, her face filled with shock

eriencing visual and auditory hallucinations-as i

first, Amal close behind,

om – Seconds Af

bed, in a state n

en pulled from the gra

him, hugging him

remblin

. what's

wn Malik's face.

ing only a warm embrace to pull him fro

ed his forehead lightly. She tried wi

her, and therapist all at once. She had to maintain h

lently at the e

deep inside, she knew exactly wha

the same visions, sounds, and distorted

ight they pursued them morning and evening

holding his hand firmly, s

can overcome it. You are the only man in our lives wh

m Midday t

ght gently pouring throu

Malik sit around

a

sadness etched across his face. His mind cle

ood dropping onto her clothes. She quietly picked up

eak the silence, in a

scenery. There's a new movie in theaters I saw the trailer and alre

s with a f

t ready as well, okay? As if she wante

, leaving a gentle

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“The murder wasn't the beginning. It was the first confession. In the house of horrors, no one is innocent, and no one leaves the same as they came in. Nasser was more than just a father. And that night... Nour wasn't just a wife. It was the beginning of something far worse. A body inside a quiet house. Malik and Sophia see their murdered mother... and then everything begins to change. Secrets... don't die. Malik... hasn't forgotten. That scene didn't just pass by... it was etched in his mind... and transformed inside him... into something dark. Malik: "I could see blood... even when I closed my eyes." Malik: "I thought I was having a nightmare... until I realized I was becoming part of it." Malik wasn't born a murderer... but the house was enough to make him one. Days pass, but the house doesn't forget. Voices in the hallways. Shadows moving without owners... And faces... no longer the same. 💔 A frightened sister... living on the edge of the abyss. 🧠 A mind slowly crumbles... unnoticed. 🩸 And a desire... takes shape in the darkness. Every room... holds a memory. Every wall... is a witness. And every silence... conceals a crime. Then... the truth begins to emerge. Not everything that happened was an accident. And not everyone in the house is a victim. In this place, you are either a murderer or you await your turn.”