A Haunted House And Other Short Stories Novels & Stories

“I don’t know, Luna Ava. I’ve seen some weird stuff in my time. You can’t always explain everything with logic.” “Like what?” Chris asked, shooting Mike an intrigued look that left me a bit taken aback. Mike’s expression grew more serious, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Well, I grew up in a haunted house. No joke.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I took a bite of my pot pie. “Come on, Mike. There’s no such thing as ghosts.” “No, really,” he insisted, leaning closer. “Things would move on their own, and we would hear voices at night. Sometimes we would see shadowy figures in the hallways. It got so bad that my parents had to get a medium to cleanse the place.”

Talia asked as she looked at her mother’s scared face. “Talia, I think that this house is haunted. Tanasha has come back to haunt us. I think that we should leave.” “Mother, where will we go? This is our home and we are going to stay here.” “No… no… You don’t understand.” Vera shook her head. “I… I saw some writing on the mirror that I am going to die. You… you have to believe me.” “I just checked, and there is nothing written on the mirror. Mother, I think that you have been tired for the past few days, and you just need to get enough rest.”

When I stopped, I was breathless. "I think I'm broken," I whispered. "No," he finally said. "You're not broken. You're human. But you are... dangerous." "Dangerous?" "To him. To anyone lucky enough to haunt your dreams." The booth felt too small. Too warm. My fingers curled around the edge of the seat. He leaned closer. Shadows moved behind the screen. "Would you come back next week?" "Why?" "Because I want to hear more. I want to know what happens next."

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

That was all he said as he took his briefcase and made his way out of the house while I watched him leave helplessly. “I could be good for you.” I whispered in frustration and stomped my feet before clearing the table and dumping them in the sink. I spent the rest of the day as usual, stealing Nick's shirt and hiding it in my room so that I could fuck myself to it at night. When 6 PM struck, I got a text from Mom with a message that had me sighing in despair. Mom: “There's unfortunately too much work. I think I'll be home by midnight. Or in the morning. Take care baby, xoxo.”

I feel numb, detached, like I’m watching a terrible movie about someone else’s life. The elevator ride to our floor is silent except for the mechanical hum. The air is thick with grief and accusation. I stare at my own reflection in the polished brass doors, seeing a ghost. Just as we step into the plush, silent hallway, a sharp buzz cuts through the quiet. Zayne’s phone, now cradled in Gayle’s hand, glows to life. She looks down at the screen and her whole body jolts as if she’s been electrocuted. Her face pales, her eyes widening in pure shock. I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know.

But now, as I recalled the unnatural red flush on her cheeks after walking from the bookshelves, numerous tear tracks on her face, and the incessant panting and gasping, even the bit of slick on Ivan's lips I noticed. I suddenly realized that they had been doing such indecent things in my private study under my nose. By right, I should have been outraged after hearing that they did it in my study that day, but funnily enough, I didn't feel worked up or nauseated as Ivan continued whispering about the naughty things they did while I was now trapped in this haunted house. Instead, I felt an indescribable hollowness. My body was reacting shamelessly and begging to be filled with something.

It made no sense. I pulled up to the house. Nathan came in yesterday. It was nearly two in the morning, and Nathan should have been asleep or at least trying to sleep. I parked the car in the garage. I saw the night nurse, Zora, on the phone. She looked up from her phone, wide eyed. “Oh, dear God! There you are. Did you get my texts? I’d been texting you for an hour!” I looked at my phone. There had been a dozen texts from her. I hadn’t been able to see them with my phone locked away in the club. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t able to get to my phone. What is it?”

Mirelle “Oh goodness lord,” My hands trembled as I clutched the summons letter, the black wax seal broken but its weight still crushing me. Nocturne. The name alone sent chills down my spine, a whispered curse in the underbelly of the city where debts were not paid in money but in flesh. I, Mirelle Kane, had borrowed from the wrong people. A desperate loan to save my mother's medical bills, and now the collectors demanded repayment in the most intimate way possible. One night at Nocturne, where I would be auctioned to the highest bidder, my body the currency to settle the score.

"I'm just so devastated. I just got dumped, and Isla is being so cruel to me. I feel like I want to die." Hannah shot me a venomous glare as she came out of the break room. "Picking on a newbie—real classy. What goes around comes around." … I purposely worked late until eight. When I packed up to leave, I realized my house keys were missing. I searched every drawer and my bag—nothing. I figured I'd call the property manager and a locksmith once I got home. When I reached my door, I noticed it was cracked open—unlocked. My heart sank. A bad feeling washed over me.