Cemetery Horror Novels & Stories

A cemetery-themed house would be perfect for children coming to the house for trick or treating. I soon realize that each headstone is made with Styrofoam covered in concrete as I move them into place, and couldn’t help but take the time to read each one when I notice they have a theme. Each headstone contains the name of a book character, some I recognize and others I did not. I found more temporary fences to create a path, zigzagging from the cemetery entrance to the exit that stops just before the front porch. At the end of this path, I set up an automatic coffin that opens with motion sensors to a zombie jumping out. The final touches are solar power lights that light the cemetery path i

She’s a strong woman. Once we arrive at the cemetery, we gather around the gravesite for the burial ceremony. The casket is lowered into the ground as a member of the clergy or a designated family member offers a final prayer or words of remembrance. "So, look who's coming," Someone speaks up with a sharp voice, their footsteps standing out on the ground. A bunch of rough-looking hangmen is waiting there. They have tattoos all over their bodies, their eyes sharp as daggers. They tap their sticks towards their hands, their solid bodies machetes in their style, and their swaggering features frighten anyone who dares to breathe.

It was Loren. I advanced at a fast pace, entering the cemetery. What if something had happened to Loren? I looked up his number on my phone and dialed her. But this time the answering machine came out. What was Loren doing in this place at this hour? "Loren?" I raised my voice a little. Walking among graves was not so pleasant to say. I was afraid that a hand would come out of a grave and grab my foot. Just thinking about that gave me chills so I tried not to step on any. "Loren are you here?" I was also afraid of screaming and waking up an entity from beyond.

The sun hangs low and heavy in the sky. It is October 31st. It should be a day to celebrate my twenty-fourth birthday, but instead, the air smells like cloying lilies and damp, freshly dug earth. Today is the day we bury the monster. The cemetery looks like a movie set for the elite. Everything is prim, cold, and perfect. Long, black cars with glass-like polish line the stone paths. The grass is a deep, unnatural green, and the tall gravestones stand like silent, frozen soldiers watching us.

I always have been-even before my entire family died on me. Like clockwork, my thoughts go straight back to the cemetery. He's becoming the first thing on my mind in the mornings, whether I've slept or not. It'll be hours before I can go back but this time I'm more anxious than ever to see him. He's mysterious and even a little scary but he definitely has my full attention. Maybe I should introduce myself? If he'll talk to me, that is. He's intimidating as hell, no warm or fuzzy vibes, but something makes me want to try. I can't explain it; I just want to know him.

After one last look at the mound of dark soil, we turned to go. Then the wind came. It struck without warning a violent, unnatural gust that howled through the cemetery like a living thing. My hat flew off my head, tumbling wildly across the grass. Elena gasped and grabbed my arm in terror. The breeze escalated into a roaring whirlwind, whipping dirt and leaves into the air with terrifying force. Trees groaned and bent dangerously, their branches cracking as if they might snap at any moment. “Ely, what’s going on?!” Elena screamed, her voice raw with fear. “I’m scared!”

“Is it an old cemetery like some of the ones around here, or a newer one?” “I don’t know how old it is for sure, but no older than the college, I don’t think. It’s not anything like some of those spooky old graveyards around here, like the one you dreamed about with zombies rising from their graves. Why do you want to know?” “No real reason. I’m just trying to picture it. It sounds pretty, with the hill and all.” “Yeah, it’s pretty nice, I guess…for a cemetery, anyhow. It’s what happened while we were up near the top that made my dream so weird.”

The car ahead slows. Her chest locks. When she sees where it turns, her breath leaves her in a strangled gasp. A cemetery. The wrought-iron gates rise against the horizon like a cage for the dead. Black, rusted, solemn. Her driver pulls over when she taps his shoulder, her hand trembling.

Lucas asked. “Because I dreamed about this. Her mother is doing to be in her bedroom with her father down the end of the hall. And there’s going to be an older boy about 10. He’s going to be in his room as well. All dead from vampires.” I whispered so Amora couldn’t hear me. So we walked through the house and the bodies were exactly where I said they were going to be. We checked the rest of the house, just in case I missed anything in the dream, but that was unlikely. And we went back out the front.

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,