A Haunted House And Other Short Stories Novels & Stories

Miranda swallowed hard before answering, her voice trembling. Everything was normal… until that day. I was asleep in my room when I woke from a nightmare—blood everywhere, murder, terror. At first, I thought it was just a dream, but soon Mr. Hussein and his wife started having the same visions. Sophia, too. No one in the villa was safe anymore. Fear gripped us. We saw shadows, figures haunting us. I saw one myself in my room. Doors slammed shut for no reason. Strange noises rose from every corner. And when night fell… the house turned into a nightmare. Voices, screams, movements. They only disappeared when we turned on the lights.

I felt that wasn’t enough. So I cleared my throat and said, “I also have a story about knocking on doors. You’ve probably all seen it before, since I read this one online.” “There was a very poor man who could only afford to rent a haunted apartment. Before moving in, he deliberately asked the landlord about the story behind it.” “The previous tenant of the room had suffered heartbreak and jumped to his death from the apartment window. Ever since then, people often claimed to see the dead tenant come back.”

Then, I heard the basement door click open, spilling a sliver of light down the stairs. I squeezed my eyes shut and covered my mouth, as though that could somehow quiet my breathing. Why had I even come down here in the first place? I knew this would be their first place to look. “Come out, come out, wherever you are...” Hans's voice, low and teasing, drifted down like molasses. I didn't move. The wardrobe was deep in shadow, but the basement was small. They'd find me eventually. Three sets of footsteps descended the stairs. The light from above stretched their shadows across the floor, huge and menacing, and I swallowed hard.

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

She can't risk her family's safety when those monsters are free. It was late at night when sleep was far away from her and the whole house felt like a haunted house. All the lights of the house were on but still she felt like ghost were waiting outside her room just for her to open the door so they can kill her. The thought that she was alone in the house was itself scary.

The Lord in charge of bringing in beings that their cases needed to be solved stood up and screamed two and a young female walked in. "Speak" "Master, a few years ago I dwelled among mortals in the earthly realm, got married, and gave birth to two males but then my husband found out that I was a ghost. I'm of the clan of your wife master. We settled it amicably and he told me to go back to my world but is allowed to visit anytime I want and our sons were OK with it." "I came back last night master to see that my house and all the properties my father left for me before fading away has been taken by my uncle and he refused to return them, now I got no place to lay my head."

"Why don't you write those scary dreams into a story and submit it to the school's literary folio? People would go nuts if you made a story and put a note that said it was based on a true story." My friend Hazel was giving me ideas on how to maximize my time despite the situation I had with Rian. She was a close friend of mine, and she was helping me cope with my situation. Hazel and Pearl are my best friends in college, and we were now hanging out in the cafeteria as I explained to them my situation with Rian, the curse, and even the hallucinations and its effects.

It's going to be a short work. 4. It's the author's first attempt at horror and this kind of genre. Apologies if it sounded like a comedy, I'm not trying to make it a comedy. Pinky promise. 5. Author has many more works, check out her website, Youtube, discord and all for more. Insanity is her inspiration. 6. This is a collab work with Goodgrief Sausagepen. Goodgrief is the Main Writer.

Manik didn’t have the interest but Rudra dragged him too. The haunted house looked like a strange cave. It was really scary inside. The haunted things were hanging around and it was almost dark inside. The sound of laughing and crying made the atmosphere more terrifying. Suddenly something wearing a white cloth appeared in front of them scaring the shit out of the girls. Nandini almost trembled in fear.