Best Haunted House Novels & Stories

Sweat trickled down his face as the rattling stopped. Eliseo waited, but there was no sound. He placed both hands on the door carefully and listened. He couldn’t hear anything. With a deep breath, he unlocked the door and opened it very slowly. Halloween Night, 1992 The lights were bright in this neighborhood, and the decorations were amazing. One house went all out with the decorating. Classic horror icons stood in the yard along with a large pumpkin glowing behind them for an eerie effect. A picture of a black cat covered the entire front door. Eliseo stopped to admire the decorations. He wished he had a camera right now.

She stifled a yawn. “Uhmm.. Right. I did.” Gosh. I felt like a high schooler in front of his crush. “La Casa dos spiritus.” “What?” She stared at me in confusion. “The house of spirits? It's a place in Salamina, right?” “Ohh… La Casa de los Espíritus. Yeah, it is. What about it?” “Is it really haunted by spirits?” “Definetly!” “Really?” I sat up in my chair. “Have you been there? You've seen them? Heard them? Tell me all about it.” I rattled off like a 3 year old who had too much ice cream.

The more time I spend around James the more cowardly I find him. “Troops won’t stay in the house or barn anymore. They say it’s haunted, so they just camp near the creek. No one will go near it to fix it up.” Werewolves aren’t usually the superstitious sort. Hard to be scared of the supernatural when you are supernatural, but I’ll admit. There is something eerie about this place. Unnatural, like it too has been enchanted somehow.

My friend defended me. I let out a deep breath and got into Mr. Shein's car. I hugged myself as we made our way to the mountain. I also don't know why his house is in top of the hills. No wonder people call it the Haunted Mansion. When we arrived at the place where the house stood, I immediately looked around. The atmosphere is really scary. There are many dead trees outside; it is so dirty. Inside the mansion, the curtains are black. I don't know how many days I will remain in this world if I live in this house.

’ I keep muttering to myself. In an instant, the two creatures were already near me, and I concluded that they were not humans based on their speed, strength, and coated hair on their faces. I huffed and continued running until I had nowhere to go, only the dark, scary mansion—the folks rumored all over town and in the Safe Haven orphanage. Orphans always tell stories about this haunted mansion full of spiderwebs, dust, and retro design. It was built a hundred years ago by the wealthiest family in Scottsdale, and now it is an abandoned mansion, someone believing there is a living creature on it. “Don’t think about going in there. It is dangerous.” The tall man exclaimed. I made a shaky motio

Joe said and very calmly held out a hand to the officer. Officer Watson cleared his throat and then he replied in a hoarse whisper. “This place is famous for its hauntings. This is the very house we’ve been told to avoid since we were kids. None of us meant offense by bringing weapons into the house. Keep them as they are, we will continue with the investigation.” The guns dropped to the floor and the hostile air in the hall lifted and changed into a welcoming one. “They are intense aren’t they?” another officer commented to Brian.

A haunted mansion, to be precise. The building had a classic appearance, featuring stone walls. It looked like an old castle. Gia wouldn’t be surprised if a medieval soldier ghost, complete with a spear and shield, suddenly appeared from the lower floor. She wouldn't be shocked, yet it would undoubtedly frighten her to the brink. That was the first image that came to Gia’s mind when she saw the house’s decor. Gia could name any horror movie that used places like this as a backdrop. "Come on..."

Then, some of them began to feel a little frisky. During dinner time, Zaden said mysteriously, "Did you guys know this? Apparently, there is a super well-known haunted house in this resort!" "Haunted house?" Jenna felt curious and asked. Felicia nodded and explained, "Yes! Originally, when they were developing this land, they wanted to demolish the haunted house. However, the developer said that this kind of place was a selling point to attract people, since this place would be converted into a resort project anyway. Thus, they simply left the haunted house behind!"

He revealed and my mouth dropped open, my stomach swooping with heat, and I remained frozen, watching as he turned to leave this time without looking back. I was up in my room, dying from curiosity, while the sound of music was booming around the house. Dax said he was having a gathering, not a lit party. I’ve been cooped in here for the past two hours, bored as hell and resisting the pressing urge to go downstairs because Dax forbade me from doing that. I tried watching a movie, I tried reading a book and I also tried to get some sleep, but none of that was able to take my mind off what might be going down downstairs right now.

She radiated a terrifying presence. However, there was a problem. Eliza, a famous ghost from the fog-shrouded city of Blackmoor, already dominated the long-haired ghoul archetype. Viewers would automatically compare this ghost to Eliza and dismiss her as ordinary, leaving her perpetually at the bottom of the NPC popularity rankings.