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The House That Opens Itself : SEASON 5

A Modern American Haunting in the Digital Age of Smart Homes

By Tales That Breathe at NightPublished 3 months ago 6 min read
A woman strapped to a medical gurney is the source of a powerful explosion of pure, searing white light that halts an attacker and causes a supernatural creature to recoil and shriek

CHAPTER 11 : The Static Carriers

Willow Creek Forward Medical Unit - Dome Beta

October 14th, 2021 - 9:41 AM

THE FIRST CARRIER

Private Lewis stood trembling, rifle shaking in his hands.

The bone-child reached out...

but didn’t touch him.

Instead, a line of sound extended from its open skull, like a thread of vibration.

It hooked into Lewis’s ear.

A surreal scene of a soldier being transformed by an invisible force. A thread of visible sound energy connects a bizarre bone-creature to the soldier's head, causing his veins to glow and his chest to open, revealing a crude, internal radio tower made of bone

His veins began to glow faintly, pulsing with rhythm.

Then his chest opened, ribs splitting without blood.

Inside: a small radio tower, made of bone.

Lewis screamed until his voice broke...

and then his mouth began broadcasting static.

Not words. Not language.

Just a hiss that made every soldier in the dome hear their own name inside their skulls.

THE OTHERS FOLLOW

One by one, the soldiers fell under the signal.

• Sergeant Hoyle’s back arched; vertebrae bent outward into a crude antenna.

• Lieutenant Mason’s teeth fell out, replaced by tiny ivory tuning forks.

• Corporal Ramirez’s left eye burst; in its place grew a glass orb, humming faintly like a radio dial.

A group of soldiers in a sterile medical dome undergo terrifying, synchronized transformations. One has vertebrae extending into an antenna, another's eyes are replaced with glowing glass orbs, all broadcasting a malevolent signal

Every alteration made them louder.

The dome vibrated with voices.

Dr. Mallory, sobbing, covered her ears...

but the voices didn’t come from outside.

They came from inside her teeth.

JULIA’S BOND

Julia writhed against her restraints.

Her chest glowed faintly, as though something inside wanted to burst free.

But unlike the soldiers, she wasn’t transformed.

Instead, she heard the bone-child’s thoughts.

Bone-Child (inside her head): “You were the first mouth she borrowed. That makes you mother, too.”

Julia screamed, thrashing.

The soldiers turned toward her in unison...

each whispering her name, perfectly synchronized.

BECKETT’S BARGAIN

Colonel Beckett staggered toward the creature, ignoring the carnage.

His eyes never left it.

Beckett: “Evelyn. Is she in there? Tell me. Is she in there?”

The bone-child tilted its fractured skull.

A distraught military colonel kneels before a fractured-skull creature, ignoring the chaos around him. A look of desperate hope is on his face as he seeks a ghost within the machine

And through its broken cranium, he heard Evelyn’s laugh...

not echoing, not distorted. Perfect.

It whispered:

“Open them all, and I’ll let her out.”

Beckett dropped his weapon, shaking, muttering:

“I’ll do it… I’ll unmake them if it brings you back.”

THE FIRST SIGNAL COLLAPSE

Private Lewis...the first carrier...collapsed.

His bone-tower spine folded inward, shattering into dust.

From the dust rose a voice without a body.

A floating frequency, audible but invisible, circling the dome like a predator.

A soldier collapses into dust, from which a visible, swirling cloud of energy rises. This floating frequency, a predator made of pure sound, hovers in a sterile medical dome, causing panic

The soldiers panicked.

One fired at nothing.

Another stabbed his own ears with a scalpel.

But the voice entered them anyway, speaking through their muscles:

“You are transmitters now. She will speak across you.”

DR. MALLORY’S TEST

In desperation, Dr. Mallory jammed a syringe into her own throat, hoping to stop the infection.

Her blood sprayed across the dome wall...

A desperate act leaves a cryptic message spelled in dark, clotting blood on a pristine white wall. The words "MOTHER, OPEN" appear as a final, terrifying command from beyond

but where it landed, words appeared, written in clot:

“MOTHER, OPEN.”

Mallory dropped, twitching, her vocal cords vibrating long after death.

CHAPTER 11 ENDS WITH:

The dome’s radios flickered on by themselves.

None were connected to power.

Every channel played the same sound:

Julia’s voice.

“Help me. She’s building her choir through us.”

But Julia herself lay unconscious, mouth closed, bound to the gurney.

The bone-child stepped closer to her, placing its fractured skull against her chest.

Her heart stopped.

Then started again...

beating in two rhythms.

Chapter 12 : The Unmaking Orders

Willow Creek Forward Medical Unit - Dome Beta

October 14th, 2021 - 10:22 AM

THE COLONEL KNEELS

Colonel Beckett removed his insignia and dropped it onto the concrete.

The brass star rattled, then split in half with a sound like teeth breaking.

A grizzled military colonel kneels, having discarded his insignia, before a creature made of bone and antennae. The creature's skull is fractured wide, emitting a faint light, in a sterile, futuristic medical dome

He knelt before the bone-child.

Beckett (whispering): “Tell me what to undo. Tell me where to start.”

The bone-child’s skull fractured wider, as if smiling.

Its answer wasn’t in English...

it was in heartbeat.

And Beckett understood.

THE FIRST UNDOING

He approached Sergeant Hoyle, whose spine had already twisted into an antenna.

The man was half-conscious, static pouring from his mouth.

Beckett placed his hands on the protruding vertebrae....

and snapped them backwards.

Instead of dying, Hoyle opened wider.

His back split into a hollow cavity, revealing not organs but a glowing diagram.

A map etched in light.

A soldier's back is split open, not revealing organs, but a hollow cavity containing a glowing, intricate diagram or map etched in light, with lines converging on a central symbol

Lines converging around a single symbol:

a cradle.

THE CHOIR EXPANDS

As Beckett moved from soldier to soldier, he repeated the process.

• Lieutenant Mason’s jaw was broken outward, revealing a bell inside his throat. When struck, it rang with Evelyn’s laugh.

• Corporal Ramirez’s radio-eye was plucked out. It burst into moths made of static.

A soldier's jaw is broken open, revealing not tissue but a shimmering, metallic bell inside his throat. The air around it vibrates with visible sound waves

• Private Lewis’s dust reassembled briefly into skeletal fingers that pointed toward Julia before collapsing again.

Each “unmaking” wasn’t an ending...

it was a correction.

The dome filled with diagrams, bells, and static-born creatures.

JULIA’S PLEA

Julia, still bound to the gurney, sobbed as she felt the ritual crawling under her skin.

Her chest thumped in double-time.

Her veins sang faintly with signal.

Julia (screaming): “Beckett! Stop! You’re feeding it...you’re not saving her!”

Beckett turned, eyes wet but resolute.

Beckett: “You don’t understand. She promised me Evelyn. If I complete the map....she comes back.”

Julia: “That’s not your wife. It’s her voice wearing someone else’s ribs.”

THE FREQUENCY GROWS

The dome shook as all the broken soldiers began to chant.

A group of transformed soldiers stand together, their mouths closed yet emitting a powerful, unified chant. The sound is visible as concentric waves of light and energy filling a futuristic dome

Their mouths didn’t move....

but their voices surged in perfect harmony, broadcast directly through bone.

The chant formed a phrase:

“OPEN THE CRADLE. UNMAKE THE FLESH. LET THE NAME WALK.”

DR. MALLORY RETURNS

The corpse of Dr. Mallory twitched.

Her throat, slit by her own syringe, vibrated violently.

The corpse of a doctor lies on the floor, her dead lips parted as if whispering. A faint, ghostly energy emanates from her mouth, suggesting a voice from beyond

Her dead lips moved, whispering with the signal:

Mallory’s corpse: “The mother must consent. She has not yet opened. Take her heart and the cradle is complete.”

All eyes turned toward Julia.

BECKETT’S HAND TREMBLES

Beckett approached Julia’s gurney.

Scalpel in hand.

Tears streaming down his face.

A tormented colonel stands over a woman strapped to a gurney, a scalpel trembling in his hand. A terrifying bone-creature looms behind him, guiding his arm, as a faint light begins to emanate from the woman's chest

Beckett (to Julia): “If you are the cradle… then forgive me. This is the only way to hear her again.”

The bone-child stood directly behind him, its fractured skull leaning close, guiding his hand.

Julia’s heartbeat...double, frantic...pounded through the dome like a drum.

CHAPTER 12 ENDS WITH:

Beckett raised the scalpel...

but before he could strike, Julia’s chest burst with light.

Not from the bone-child.

From her own marrow.

The light seared Beckett’s face, halting him mid-motion.

A woman strapped to a medical gurney is the source of a powerful explosion of pure, searing white light that halts an attacker and causes a supernatural creature to recoil and shriek

The bone-child shrieked, its skull collapsing inward like a cracked egg.

And from Julia’s mouth came not her own voice, but another:

“You mistake me for a cradle. I am the knife.”

The dome lights shattered.

Everything went black.

Season 5 Ends

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  • Aarish3 months ago

    The way you mix body horror, supernatural signals, and psychological tension is masterful. Season 5 has me completely hooked!

  • Sandy Gillman3 months ago

    Wow, this was intense! The visuals and pacing were amazing, and that twist at the end was just chef’s kiss.

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