Novel & Cerita Best Haunted House Novels

Jon only gave me a brief side glance, almost looking askance at me, but said nothing and continued to drive deeper into the woods. The cabin was now beyond a humble abode, to me the brown wooden structure tarnished with white and black from failed attempts to revive its derelict appearance with paint, resembled those haunted cabins in the woods in horror movies and those cabins were infamous for many things- none of which are pleasant. I felt like I was walking into some deformed serial killer's lair or into a domain for creatures of the night and supernatural entities; ghosts, vampires and wicked witches with an appetite for human flesh.

But now… it was here. Right behind that door. Waiting. The low, chilling chuckle slowly faded, leaving behind a heavy silence. The kind of silence that felt louder than any sound. No one dared to move. Even their breathing felt too loud. Cheska’s eyes stayed fixed on the padlocked basement door. Her heart was pounding, but her mind was clear now. The house didn’t just feel haunted. It felt alive. Everything they heard—the whispers, the scratching, the growling, and that terrifying laugh—wasn’t random.

As I drift into unconsciousness I start a chant of protection against demons *Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no couch… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a hag-demon, or a ghoul, or a robber-sprite, or a weeping woman that hath died with a babe at the breast… Whatever thou be until thou art removed, until thou departest from the body of the man, thou shalt have no water to drink. Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand… Into the house enter thou not. Through the fence break thou not...*

The construction had two rooms and both of them allowed a perfect view of the other, it had a double size bed and it was covered in dust a couple of bags on the floor…nothing of big notice with one exception: an empty bookshelf, with the exception of one book. The former trainee policeman grey matter was now working: If the cabin of a former druid was considered a haunted place wouldn’t all books be there? No one walks into haunted houses deliberately even less to take the books, let alone one. Thomas walked to the bookshelf and held in his hand the only remaining tome, it didn’t look as covered in dust as the rest of the items left…someone was here not too long ago and left this behind as a

No wonder some people get addicted to it. The memory of what happened last night makes me shudder, and I try not to think of those men's threats. Now I just want to enjoy being alone for the first time in a while, so I go down to the library and search for something to read. There's an entire shelf dedicated to novels about vampires, which is amusing to find inside a vampire's library, so I pick one called Carmilla and settle down in an armchair. I'm ten pages into it when the door opens abruptly.

I heard his screams, saw the blood. Moritz's mother ran across the garden before it was torn down. And there was blood again. There was blood everywhere. The noise that the plush made on the fence got bigger and bigger, but I couldn't move. "Gracy." Wynn tugged at my dress, crying. "Gracy, I'm scared." When a window pane rattled, I awoke from my stupor. Climb into the tree house, Papa had called. Where was papa I couldn't see him anymore. But there was blood everywhere for that. And these noises.

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.

"Just hold my hands, I promise I'll take care of you" "Whatever" I glared at her before walking slowly behind her to the haunted house. "Just hold my hand" Eva instructed as we walked into the house along with five other people. Along the way, nothing really scary turned up. I jumped a little when a man in blood suddenly came into view. One of the girls with us ran out of the house screaming aloud, scared. "I told you it really isn't that scary," Eva said. "Whatever" I replied, groaning. "This haunted house is really boring" A guy grumbled, probably not feeling the moody atmosphere like most of us.

I was able to shout at them my teeth gritting together with the cold. The girl, Cassidy or whoever she was, moved towards my two servants Ana and Marissa, she stood over them as she motioned her hand to them as if she was choking them and I see them in pain coughing hard again and again their face turning blue as blood flowed out of their mouths. I was terrified. I can feel my heart beating so fast, I'm in a panic. I have to snap out of whatever spell or voodoo this is. Hannah? I told myself this cannot be. I must be dreaming. I closed my eyes trying to calm down while telling myself that this is not true this is just a dream. I breathe in and out. It suddenly felt very quiet. I can feel my

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