A Haunted House And Other Short Stories Novels & Stories

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?”

One night at Nocturne, where I would be auctioned to the highest bidder, my body the currency to settle the score. I stood outside the towering obsidian building, its facade gleaming under the neon lights like a predator's eyes in the dark. The air was thick with the scent of rain and something muskier, forbidden. My heart raced, a mix of terror and a strange, unwelcome heat pooling low in my belly. I had heard the stories, women entered as debtors and emerged changed, their wills bent to the whims of powerful men. But I had no choice. The alternative was worse, my family ruined, me thrown to the streets.

"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.

The paths were more uneven here, churned dirt under our shoes instead of better laid gravel. Then I saw it. The haunted house sat near the back edge of the grounds, all peeling paint and fake cobwebs and flickering red bulbs around the entrance. A guy in a torn suit stood outside growling at children with such little conviction it bordered on charming. Clair made a face. “Absolutely not.” I looked at her. “You’re scared of this?” “I’m not scared. I just don’t enjoy cheap jump scares.” “That sounds suspiciously like fear.” She hit my arm lightly with the stuffed rabbit. “Watch it.”

I stayed silent. "The apartment where she had that accident was a company unit assigned to her," Stan said. "It's been empty ever since the accident. Later, the company wanted to take the place back, but the staff they sent over all got badly spooked. Over time, rumors that the place was haunted started to spread." He looked at me, his gaze sharpening. "But that changed when you showed up. When I first saw your rental address, I was shocked. I honestly thought you'd be running out of there in tears within three days. But you didn't.

The two demons were still laughing when the mirror bled pure red. Thick black smoke poured out from the glass like oil, spilling across the bedroom floor. From that darkness, three more figures stepped forward, making it five in total. These weren’t men anymore. They were tall, horned nightmares — curved black horns scraping the ceiling, red eyes burning like coals, muscles rippling under skin that looked scorched. Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops.

He stops as they both stumbled upon a house, Now the house wasn’t like any other house, It seemed like it was built years ago, You could see the railings of the house falling apart, He shared a look with Aurora and looked back at the house which they just stumbled upon. The house had a huge sign on it that read 'HOUSE 5B2C ' They were at the supposed house, Looking at the house again, you could tell it was a deserted house, The railings were falling apart however the front door was still in place, This was the haunted house.