Best Haunted House Book Novels & Stories

I left it charging, so they could use it for as long as they wanted, and if what ghost hunters said was true, they could also draw energy from the battery at the same time. Back to the kitchen, I put to cook, wondering what I could watch over dinner. YouTube kept suggesting me a compilation of the best paranormal evidence captured by the infamous Haunters. No matter how many times I tapped the option to not show it anymore, it kept popping up. So after checking there was nothing interesting to watch anywhere else, I decided I could always have a good laugh and sat to have dinner and watch the rockstars scream like little girls. The moment Brandon Price started his weird off-camera narration,

I let this happen. I moved my back towards the window and walked over to an old wooden desk in the large healing room. Aunt Belle had left a book there, something which she said would assist me in making some sense of all of everything going on. The title, larger than the rest of the text, read: “The History of Supernatural Covens.” I had not for a moment agreed to read the book because anticipation was scary especially when it came to witches and curses from ancient days. Yet if I had to do this to save Zoey it was about time that I came face to face with my fears.

Theo sat beside Anna, flipping through an old book about the manor’s history. “This place has a reputation,” Theo said, his voice low. “They say it’s haunted.” “Of course it is,” Mia muttered, her arms crossed. “Why wouldn’t it be?” When they arrived, the sight of the old house sent a chill through the group. The towering structure was made of dark stone, its windows tall and narrow, like watchful eyes. Ivy crawled up the walls, and the surrounding woods seemed to press in on it, as though the forest itself were trying to reclaim the space.

The dark hallway beyond was empty, but the air was heavy with an unnatural chill. Sophia’s grip on Luca tightened, her motherly instincts screaming at her to run. But where? They were trapped in this house, surrounded by secrets they couldn’t begin to understand. And now, it seemed as though the house knew them—intimately. Ethan took a step toward the door, but before he could move any further, the pages of the book began to turn violently again, faster and faster, until they stopped on a blank page. A single word appeared, written in bold, black ink:

EMILY I sat still on the couch, hugging myself as if that could chase away the feeling of fear that wouldn’t stop crawling over my skin. The dark had a way of making your thoughts louder, your heart beating faster, and your mind believing anything was possible. The entire house was dead silent, apart from the faint ticking of the wall clock. And then, snap. The power cut off completely. I jumped to my feet. “Kent?” He was already up, phone in one hand, his other hand reaching for the drawer where he kept a flashlight. “It’s the whole street,” he said, peeking out the window. “It’s not just here.”

The remnants of someone’s bedroom that was long forgotten about crashed around us. We screamed in terror. I was beginning to fear the house was going to fall down on us. We continued to hear the sound of slamming and fighting happening through the house. I was clawing at everything to try and find an escape. Out of nowhere, a book dropped in my lap. It was old. It looked like it used to be cream colored with purple lace. This matches Gabrielle’s style. I saw a key lock. Suddenly, a key dropped from the binding of the book. It was a diary of some kind. I think Gabrielle’s spirit or someone wants me to have this. I shoved it into my bag and peaked out the door. I could tell it was still not s

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.

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.

I was glad I won’t stand out too much. We arrive at Xander’s house after a few minutes. His house was more of a dark side kind of house. It was gothic and gave you the creeps. Old cold men stood as statues lining up the way to the front door. Music thumped inside the house. It felt like a high school monster party. Okay maybe I watch too much Ant farm and paranormal movies. This would be a good beginning for a horror story where Zombies come attacking. No, zombies don’t have brains to plot this. Better yet, Vampires.

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.