Cemetery Horror Novels & Stories

This so called demons don’t want me to take a breather. I can’t even enjoy my best festive season. From fighting Gyllou to trying to save the town from impending doom —again. This is tiresome. Let’s get on with this, shall we? THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS; NOT WITH A BANG OR WHIMPER, BUT WITH ZOMBIES BREAKING DOWN THE BACK DOOR ➔ AMANDA HOCKING, HOLLOWLAND When everyone is sleeping with their loved ones, one crazy ass person stands alone in the middle of the night at the cemetery about to raise the dead. Jessica stands at the centre of the cemetery holding a dirty scroll and bottle she got from Abaddon

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.”

"But Miss, after what happened at Moonlight Garden..." I understood their concern. The "ghost wall" incident had unnerved all of us—strange mists that had separated me from my companions just long enough for the mysterious attacker to strike. "I've faced death before," I said softly. "I'm not afraid of ghosts." Even having died and returned in my previous life, I found the cemetery unsettling. The burial chambers, the stench of decay, and the mourning cloths filled me with nausea. "Two hours," I told Agatha. "If I haven't returned by then, come find me."

“I will tell you everything.” The next morning, the sun was already high in the sky, casting long shadows across the cemetery as it was a bit of a breezy day despite being sunny. A sense of quiet solemnity hung heavy in the air as Florence and Chaos arrived, the silence broken only by the distant chirping of birds. Florence felt a shiver run down her spine, the serene beauty of the cemetery strangely unsettling. The polished tombstones, etched with names and dates, seemed to whisper stories of lives lived and lost.

she said. **** It was eerily quiet in the cemetery at night. Kenny entered its premises along with Rosy. There were numerous tombstones on the ground, casting an ominous shadow beneath the moonlight. Aside from the bats hanging on the branches and exuding creepy gazes with their eyes only, Rosy and he were in the cemetery. Rosy looked around in fear with a flashlight in her hand. She accidentally bumped into his back and shrieked, “Ahhh!” “Be careful!” Kenny rubbed his back, alleviating the pain.

Time had left its mark on this ancient place, yet it still retained a powerful aura. The trio ventured through the broken, metallic door of the cemetery, Serene casting a glance over her shoulder to ensure the door remained open until their return. As Serene, Josie, and Anthony entered the cemetery, they were greeted by a haunting sight: thousands of graves, some broken and others empty. It seemed like the work of malevolent forces, as if they sought to harness the power that lingered here. Serene felt a tug in her soul, a sign that the spirits were aware of her presence, and demanded acknowledgment.

He'd fought this — I'd heard him through the door, making his case to whoever would still listen — and now he wouldn't look at me. We passed the stalls, shuttered early. The training ground stood empty, the young ones sent inside so none of them would have to watch a woman walk to her grave. Nine years I'd known that road. I'd be dead on it before the light cleared the treetops. The cemetery climbs the slope above the compound, oldest stones at the bottom, newest higher up. Cora Maren's sat four rows below my daughter's, plain, her name and her dates and nothing under them, the ground still sunk in the middle where it hadn't finished settling. I had to walk past it to reach Lily.

Syd made a retching sound and her foot bumped the cage, sending it end over end down the back stairs and into the yard, where the little wire door came unlatched, and off flew the two hysterical lovebirds, up and away and into the trees above. Out at Calvary Catholic Cemetery, the unfortunate, recently interred elementary schoolteacher, known to her pupils only as Mrs. Wintermute, came back to dreadful life with a start—opening her plastic-capped eyes and gulping for air, thinking surely she must be dreaming. She began to shriek for help, bursting the funeral parlor sutures which had been threaded through her gums to keep her mouth closed, not realizing she was trapped in her own coffin down

He hugged the young woman, tightly. "I'm not ready to go. I don't want to die yet. I'm afraid." Emily cried. Death tightened his hug, providing more warmth to Emily. "I'll be with you. Don't be afraid." Emily hugged Death, still shoving her face on his chest. Her casket is now being submerged on the excavated soil. It slowly sank into the pit hole until it disappears form the sight of everyone. Kendra took one final peak before waving goodbye to her friend. Right after the burial ceremony, everyone went back to their homes. Emily's parents stayed for a while. Several men covered the hole where Emily's casket submerged.

For some reason, he had a constant feeling of unease. Haley smiled at him gently: "It's okay, Mommy will be back after finishing her errands." She didn't tell Todd that she was going to the cemetery. The matter regarding those two children was the deepest secret buried in her heart. She didn't want Todd to know that he had two brothers who had passed away right after being born... Haley drove the car arranged by Madam Martínez and headed towards the cemetery. The cemetery was located in the most remote outskirts of Cuenca, and it took her over an hour to reach her destination.