Cemetery Horror Novels & Stories

"I will kill all the members of your family if you do not offer yourself to me. I will bring you to the situation when you will intentionally come to me and plead to save your family members by offering yourself to me." Amara walked helpless towards the haunted mansion. She felt numb and lifeless for the happenings around her. The words of the sage begin to ring in her ears. "It will be the dark night without the moon, the onset of heavy storm and the shrill howls of dogs. There will be an unfathomable clamor present in the atmosphere, the unwelcoming cries of the eagles and the uproar of tumult yowls from everywhere around will be the indication to alert you it was the one and only day in y

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

“Halloween. All Hallows? I can tell ya it means a lot more than just stuffing fun-size Snickers in your face. Tonight’s the night the world of the dead overlaps with the world of the living. That means if you’re ever going to see a ghost, tonight’s your night! “It’s special for another reason, too,” he said, bending low over one of the footlights to cast eerie shadows across his face. “Twenty years ago on this very night. On this very same stage, a man. The wickedest man this county’s ever known. A fiend who clawed his way out of the crypt and onto the airwaves and into your homes was burned to death in front of an audience. Just. Like. You.” The TVs switched to each showing clips from Satur

"Gi, why do you want to go to the cemetery? Did someone you know pass away?" Yara asked, following Ares' nimble steps as he leaped over the sides of graves full of grass. The cemetery was built very clean and tidy, but the overwhelming silence made the place feel scary. "No," Ares replied, turning to Yara, who was scared, looking around the cemetery. The little girl's eyes wandered around. Although it was still daytime, being in a graveyard was scary.

I wish she was because, despite my mini breakdown, she was still driving further and further into the yard until she parked at the southwest gate of the cemetery. “Couldn’t we do this at home?” I asked scanning the environment, and nearly jumped out of my skin when she killed the headlights, leaving us in nothing but pure darkness that covered us like a blanket. “This has to be the best revelation of all time. Kayden, THE KAYDEN Smith, is actually afraid of ghosts? Come on.” She continued laughing hysterically at me like I had just said the biggest joke of the century. I seriously had no idea what went into this woman’s mind.

He’d got his baby sister caged to him and he was going to get her back what ever it took. She walked towards the cemetery which was about ten minutes away from where she lived she hated passing it all this dead bodies under the ground made her cringe and shudder. She felt chills, she shivered wrapping her arms around her body tightly. Why did they have to live so close to the god damn cemetery? A man dressed in black stood by the cemetery gates at first she thought it was the gates keeper, but it was still light maybe it was the caretaker of the Cemetery, but as she got closer she could see he had a hood over his face completely covering it. she began panicking, her anxiety began to settle i

I grunted and went to meet her in the dining room of the decent apartment I managed to secure and her face lit up when she saw me eating the spaghetti and meatballs she prepared. " Do you like it?" she asked and I nodded. I knew the next thing for her to do as always was to tell me all the things she did today, but I didn't listen to her. Not until she said, " Something strange happened at the cemetery today when I was coming home, I know I wasn't supposed to go through there but I just couldn't resist taking a shortcut. It seems that the Saunders boys who were buried there have...well broken out." she said and I dropped my fork.

Tyr turned to Torbert, asking with a smile. Torbert shrugged. “The cemetery is my home, where the offerings feed us. Do you think I’m afraid of ghosts?” “Hehe.” The two men laughed at the same time. Back when they were beggars, as long as it sheltered them, they even slept in a coffin before. Would they be afraid of something like this? After that, the two walked toward the abandoned Central Hospital building. At that moment, inside the Central Hospital. In the dark corridors, both sides of its walls were scorched black and the place was battered, giving off a mix of chemical and rotten fishy smells.

His expression alone made my stomach tighten. "We got a tip," he said in a low voice. "What kind?" "Someone saw a hooded figure near the old cemetery last night." His jaw tightened. "Around the time Theron was there." Cold weight settled into my chest. --- The cemetery sat beneath a stretch of crooked trees at the edge of the territory. Mist clung low to the ground, curling around old gravestones and cracked statues worn smooth by time and rain. Everything about the place felt wrong. Too quiet. Even the birds avoided it.

But they soon discovered it wasn’t just a camp. It was a cemetery too. “This is sick, man,” Mark muttered, reading the broken sign by the cemetery gates. “Can’t we just ditch this place? We’ve got our playoff game against Forney on Friday. I don’t wanna fucking die tonight.” Ben laughed, kicking at a rock. “Some of these graves date back to the 1800s,” he said, his voice low and amused. “That’s insane.” Mark and Dylan shared a look. Doubt flickered across their faces.