A Rather Haunted Life Novels & Stories

You couldn't tell whether it was day or night. The forest was so thick that barely any light made it through. Deep, distant roars echoed through the trees, and there was no way to tell what kind of danger was hiding in the dark. The ragdoll leapt straight into my arms. "This is so scary. I wanna go home!" I tried to comfort it. "Don't be scared, Bunny. We're the monsters here. The players should be scared of us." Honestly, my heart was pounding, too. Deep down, I was praying I wouldn't run into Victor.

Dominic spoke up, crossing his arms, “I don’t mean to cross the line, but if you don’t want her dead yet, that’s fine. Just don’t get soft. That’s how men like us lose.” I stared at him for a while, his words weren’t wrong. Weakness is what got people killed in this world. I knew that better than anyone. But she wasn’t just anyone. “You don’t have to remind me how this world works, Dominic,” I said, gulping down the wine in one sharp drag. “I was born in this filth long before you could spell murder.” He nodded, knowing better than to push further. I stepped closer to the window, staring down at the streets below, the city lights painting gold streaks across the dark night.

It wasn’t long before sleep was overtaking me. The room is cold and covered in darkness. I search for a way out or for someone to help me, but there’s nothing. Rubbing my hands up and down my arms to not only fight the cold but the fear that grips my heart. Why am I here, and how did I get here are the questions that swirl around in my head. I keep walking with no end in sight. Then the unthinkable happens. Hands reach from out of the darkness to grip my neck. I fight to get them off. The more I fight, the more they tighten. My lungs are burning as I fight for air. There’s no face, just hands that are trying to take my life. I keep trying to fight, but I’m losing the battle. I feel myself a

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.

EMILY Deception. Concealment. Mortality. The haunting image of the lifeless bodies, their eyes vacant, lingered in my mind, ensnaring my thoughts. It was an experience that would haunt me for a long time to come. I had seen enough death, witnessed enough corpses, to last a lifetime. And with each passing moment, my fear continued to escalate, escalating to the point where our lives were in constant jeopardy, even in the safety of our sleep.

"Eleanor, have you thought this through? This project requires total isolation. Once you head off, you won't be able to see your family." Jonathan Hensley's words pulled me back from my thoughts. My eyes were still damp. A lot had happened at home these past few days—nothing everyone at the institute didn't know about. I, Eleanor Shaw, was a fraud. "I know this incident has hit you hard, but you shouldn't act rashly. This concerns your life."

“Let me see if I can explain this so that it makes sense.” He walked into the ensuite bathroom to get a drink of water before returning to explain his meaning behind the statement that the house was haunted, but not with ghosts. “When something or someone haunts, he, she, or it manifests itself into a space that it normally would not belong in. It does not have to be a dead person. It could be an object or a live person or even an animal.” “I’m not following you,” I mumbled. I didn’t want to admit to him that, although I wasn’t one-hundred percent sure what he was talking about, something about it felt correct.

" – Something happened to me that I could not have foreseen. I hit my head hard against the wall. That headbutt against the wall changed my whole life. I was not aware of anything at that moment. It's like I disappeared for a moment and was reborn again. I was born a second time. What do I understand? I realized that I had become an atheist. After all, I have not found heaven and hell. I found only utter darkness. I realized that our faith is a fiction. All hopes of eternal life without regret are in the past. I grew up and didn't want to go back to the fantasy world. Is it better to live in illusions or face the truth? I chose the real world, despite its cruelty, but this world is a real re

He realized what she was looking at. “Yes, I think this might be an excellent subject for your blog. I didn’t realize this doll is an actual antique with a story. She’s haunted by a little girl who first owned her. Or so the story says. The little girl was from an unhappy home and she died of scarlet fever in the late 1800s. Now she haunts her favourite doll and looks for a loving family.” “What a sad story. Do you believe it’s true? That it’s really haunted? Do you think it’s a story that’s been used to exploit the hauntings?” Benjamin sat the food on the table and came to sit beside his wife as they looked at the papers and toys.

Chapter 126: Haunting Shadows Hana’s body stirred restlessly beneath the thin sheet, her breaths shallow and rapid as she fell deeper into the abyss of her nightmare. The moonlight that filtered through the window barely reached her, casting faint shadows across the room. But in her mind, the darkness was much more overwhelming—an unrelenting void filled with ghosts of her past.