Best Haunted House Novels Novels & Stories

Willa sprinted into the elevator, her eyes widening with fear and her fingers clutching her bag firmly for support. As a horror writer, one would think she was accustomed to such surroundings and may have even enjoyed them, but that was far from the truth. Willa hated everything about ghosts and haunted houses, and even the sight of too much blood drove her insane. The horror genre felt like a gift; she was so good at it and had written over thirty bestselling novels, but in reality, her fears had been portrayed in every character she created. As the elevator dinged, she sighed in relief and rushed out. She quickly searched her bag for her key, but as her hand touched the doorknob, the door

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

Sally made herself a cup of tea and settled down on the living room couch to read it. There were chapters on hauntings, witchcraft, and faery folk that were local to the area. The chapter that really caught Sally’s attention contained a story about the Gaelic Teine Biorach, a series of Will o’ the Wisp sightings, and finally her heart raced when she read this passage: “In addition to the Will o’ the Wisp and our Gaelic equivalent the Teine Biorach, who traditionally haunt the marshes, our Highland hills have been home to many otherworldly visitors, who sometimes choose the most unique places to inhabit.

“So this house. Finch went crazy in there and killed Daniel Pital. Maybe something in there possessed and killed Scott Kretch, kidnapped Jesse Kretch, and you saw . . . or almost saw . . . something . . . ” I pause, realizing I’m now assuming that all these stories are true. Though some part of me accepts this, I find I’m not any less afraid. Actually, I’m terrified. “So. Bassler House. Is it haunted? Cursed? How does it fit into the big picture? Because Ellen Danvers lost her son on Bassler Road. Is there a connection? Is Timmy Danvers in Bassler House?”

As a means of continue writing, he keeps his grandparents close to his heart and mind for always encouraging him to not give up. Brandon Ebinger Brandon Ebinger is a horror/dark fantasy author who lives in upstate New York with his fiancé and two cats. He holds a BA in creative writing. He enjoys horror films,Gothic rock and punk music and video games. He is a huge fan of haunted attractions, and spends October as a haunt actor. Brandon has written four horror/dark fantasy novels, Ash, Hollow Hills, The Afflicted and Rose. He has also published a handful of short stories within the genre. He has recently finished his most recent novel Broken Night and is at work on a new one.

It was too quiet, eerily quiet. Dolores decided to walk forward, after wandering for a while, she finally saw...a book. As soon as Dolores got close to the unusual book in the middle of the white room, she was sucked in. As if watching a document, Dolores felt her eyes going through a novel called, "Saving my moonlight in the haunted mansion". Sadie Laurent was going through her late grandfather's stuff when she found an old key. Sadie being a curious cat spirit, kept pestering her parents to know where this place was, but her parents kept avoiding answering. At last, Sadie pestered the old granny of her house.

I pull my shirt down and put Codi against my chest so I can burp her. “Are you familiar with a place called Houska castle?” She sits down and turns her laptop toward me. There is an image of an ancient castle on the edge of a mountain surrounded by a forest. “No?” I look at the photo. “It’s in the Liberec Region of the Czech Republic. Famously haunted and said to be built on top of the gates to Hell.” She clicks another tab on the screen to an image of a mausoleum. “How about Saint Louis Cemetery Number One? In New Orleans?”

I suppose it's probably for the best, I don't want him anywhere near this mess, if it were up to me he would have never been exposed to this whole other world. "Everything is fine." I don't even know why I'm saying that. I have three demons in my house and two of them are trying to kill me. "Go back to my room. Everything is going to be fine...." I don't even get to finish that sentence as Soliaire surprises me by finally driving his hand into my flesh, grasping my heart and ultimately burning me. I didn't see it coming because my eyes were sorely on Sky and that gave Soliaire the perfect diversion.

ALYSSA Sneaking out is easy but climbing back in is a problem when you’re living in a packhouse like mine. The packhouse is the biggest building in Moonfall—but I can confidently say it isn’t the biggest everywhere, when it’s barely even a mansion. It’s a well-lit cream home that every modern couple in the stories aspires to have their children in… until they later find out that it’s haunted. ‘I did say that you’ve been reading way too many horror books.’

Tension hung thick in the air as they were led on a tail chase. “We received a report from our Matlock county branch. The supernatural killings have increased considerably in the past weeks and the humans are afraid to step out of their home at nights,” Neil’s voice was thick with concern. “The reports reveal it was the work of a vampire, a very strong one at that. There were multiple cuts in the body of his victims and a bite wound. The blood was not only drained from the victims, but this one has a habit of painting the walls with the blood of his victims. I don’t want that leech coming this way to my city and I want him stopped at any cost,” he concluded.