Cemetery Horror Novels & Stories

Ramirez commented, growling in front of us. "Where are we? Are we still in the woods?" Xander wondered. Our eyes darted to the spacious area. The path was disappearing and reappearing in random areas. The forest floor is toying with us as it plays tricks to make us confused. It all boils down to a game of memory and timing. We would need to memorize every step and for how long each second lasts. At least we had seven pairs of eyes to see and seven brains to remember. That should have been the case, but the eerie and disturbing silence consumed us once again. In the slots where the path or step disappears, it lets us see what lies below. It was not those petty silver spikes or spears. Nor a c

Jeremy screamed his tiny head off until Jerry kicked Luke off the mower and got on himself. Not only did it make life slightly easier on the two boys, Jerry had a blast as well. But Brian came home one night with a dark frown on his face. The family was sitting in the pavilion, sipping drinks while a fire burned in the wrought iron fire pit when he joined them. Joe could see on Brian’s face that something was wrong the second he stepped into the circle. “What’s the matter?” he asked Brian concerned. “We found a mass burial site under the basement. Chief said to wrap up the bones, bury them in the cemetery cause of death Spanish flu.” Brian said softly.

He answered. Clancy thought "Off city? Who would bury a corpse off city skirt?" He asked himself. Something's not right and Clancy could perceive that. Although, truth be told, there resides a cemetary off the city zone but it has been abandoned for decades. Many even believed the land to be cursed by witches and wizards due to a war that materialized against some creatures known as Zompires. Zompires are the real undead, combination of vampires and zombies, said to be extremely irritable and dangerous. So, to prevent them from fleeing beyond the borders of the cemetery, the witches and wizards sealed the cemetery off the shore of the city. To many, it's just a graveyard but to enlightened e

I rolled my eyes at her. "Come on, Raya, let's party!" As we approached the cemetery, I couldn't help but marvel at its eerie beauty, transformed to suit the Halloween party. This particular cemetery had been used in the past for those accused of aiding witches in one way or another. These bodies have been underground for centuries, so most people didn't feel it was disrespectful to have a party here, but I did. A cemetery, regardless of its age, should never be used to host a celebration. Had I known the location beforehand, I would have never in a million years agreed to come.

At a point I became scared . " Edward where is this place , Why are we here " " I need to show you something important " " Edward this place is scary" " Calm down honey we are almost there " Finally we stopped in front of a gate ,I looked closely and read the handwriting on it " " Cemetery, Edward what are doing in a cemetery " " We came to pay someone important a visit my love , Let's go " The breeze around this place was cold ,and creepy , Suddenly a man walked up to us ,with a shovel in his hand

“At this hour, in such a remote place, with no houses around, even the timid wouldn’t dare to come here at night, afraid of ghosts. Look, there’s a cemetery over there. There wouldn’t be anyone else other than you waiting for me here.” Liberty looked around. After arriving, she realized there was no one living around. It took her a while to find a place to park while waiting for Caroline’s arrival. At this moment, the place where they parked was quite a walk from the address given to her by Darren. “I didn’t know it was so close to the cemetery. If I did, I probably wouldn’t dare to come alone. People are afraid of ghosts, you know.” Caroline chuckled. “What’s there to fear about ghosts? Hum

Soon everyone left the cemetery laughing, leaving behind grief they never felt. The cemetery was cold, it seemed that the freezing temperature of the corpses influenced the climate of that gloomy place. Nobody likes to go to the cemetery, even though it is the almost obligatory dwelling of every living being and somehow the best option when you die. If your body doesn't lay in a Cemetery, it means you succumbed in a very tragic way, and your body couldn't be found.

She was completely frozen and moving only her eyes, she scanned the rows of tombs, gleaming ghostly white under the moonlight, expecting something hideous to pop out of the shadows at any minute. In the distance, she heard the distinct sound of howling and instinctively she knew that there were werewolves moving around the periphery of the cemetery. She couldn't tell if they were Graystorm werewolves or from another one of the nearby packs, but something told her that they weren't here to help.

She felt small and insignificant in the vastness of the cemetery, surrounded by the dead and forgotten. Suddenly, a cold gust of wind swept past, carrying with it a faint, eerie sound — laughter, distant but growing louder. Eira’s drunken haze sharpened as she whipped her head around, scanning the shadows. The cemetery was deserted, or at least, it was supposed to be. And then she saw him. He stepped out from behind a crumbling mausoleum, moving with unnatural grace, like a predator stalking its prey. His tall, lean figure was draped in a black leather jacket, dark hair slicked back, and his pale skin seemed to almost glow under the faint moonlight.

"Well, I honestly never thought of this place as creepy, you know." "Why? Let me remind you, it's a cemetery." "The place where dead bodies of people come to rest forever." "Exactly?" I confirmed but it never faded the smile on his face. He held my hand and kissed it as he looked into my eyes. "People who are alive are damned scarier than dead ones."