Creepy Abandoned House Novels & Stories

I braced myself, prepared for whatever the night had to offer. We pulled up at an abandoned house, just like Dad had described it. Why do witches always hide out in places that seem to be out of this world? Like literally, looking at the old calves and structure, it looked like something that was resurrected, like something that had never been there.

I asked Tristan as my heart started to beats faster because of nervousness. "Because this is really an abandoned house, Milo. Travis likes hanging out here, come on, he's probably waiting inside already." Tristan replied and he doesn't wait for me anymore and he opens the door and quickly get inside the abandoned house. "Hey! Wait for me, Tristan." I yelled to him. I can't help but gulp as I gather all my courage and I walk towards the abandoned house. But to my great surprise, all I saw was darkness the moment I entered the abandoned house. My heart skips a beat when I suddenly heard the door creaking until it closes, I don't know if someone closed the door or it's because of the strong win

“If you a-talkin' about science, y'all should have done said so earliuurr. Verdant's all fun ayn' games but we do have our fauurr share ov crazy psychos when it done came ta science!” Another one of them added, “There's an awful old, abandoned house at the bak ov the district. Near the doks at the end. Y'all wouldn't miss it if y'all wan-ta go there since the witch is also brewing something in that there awful big cauldron av hers.” “Oh!” I say, snapping my fingers. “I did notice a huge trail of smoke going up when we were back at the lake on the way here.” “Raheet ya are, missy!”

“I´m not afraid of vampires. I just don´t trust them. And I´m concerned for Laura´s safety. For everyone´s safety. As the Alpha, that should be your priority.” “Don´t worry, Patrick. I´m here to protect the pack. And I won´t let anything happen to Laura.” “Guys, if you are done comparing...your testosterone levels, I think we should all move out.” Lucas gave both of them a determining look. >Frogcreek House. Night< The Frogcreek House is an abandoned manor on the outskirts of Wolf Springs, deep withing a wooded area. As I approach the house, I can sense my mother´s presence inside.

"Fifty million. Each. And I'm out. New state, new life. No more of this." Lizbeth's eyes gleamed with avarice. "Fifty million. Done. When can you do it?" "Tomorrow," Ghost stated, his eyes calculating. "The campus is tightening security. We hit quick, during a class break. Everyone's distracted. I'll get in, get her out. You'll be at the rendezvous point with the van." They meticulously planned the abduction: Ghost would disguise himself as a maintenance worker, gaining access to the women's dorms. He would wait for Megan to return to her room during a short break between classes, grab her, and spirit her away in a pre-arranged van. The ransom demand would follow.

Aidan’s SUV jolted over the rutted dirt road, tires crunching against gravel as he sped toward the abandoned house Marionne had named. In his rearview mirror, another car trailed close—Leandro’s men. The thirty-minute drive from the main road led to a forgotten corner where the city’s sprawl gave way to overgrown fields. As they crested a hill, the house came into view—a crumbling two-story structure on a weed-choked lawn, its paint peeled to gray wood, windows boarded or shattered. Gnarled trees loomed in the backyard, their branches casting jagged shadows across the grass.

she said coldly before walking out of her room. Rebecca crouched down on the floor, her eyes glistening with tears. A call came into her phone, and the caller ID read My Tormentor. She threw the phone on the floor after seeing it. --- ~ ‘The Abandoned Church’ ~ Despite the heavy rain, the empty church still stood with the pillars strong. The building was firm, but the lighting of the church stopped working a long time ago. It is said that the Catholics abandoned the church because they suspected it was cursed — but that didn't stop some evil activities from going on.

At some point, his eyes closed, the taste of five blue, seven red, four yellow on his tongue, his mind struggling with Eve just becoming the wall. The fuck? *** He smelled rotten wood first. Wet, rotten wood. Damp dirt. Dust and grime. The feeling of something crawling underneath his head. Beneath the floor boards and through the dirt, a hidden something just inches away. This was the old house. The last house. The abandoned one in the woods. After Pop skipped town, the fucker, and Mom got too sick to work. “Five bucks for a hand job?” she said. “Too fuckin’ old and sick and tired for that kind of shit. Won’t even get us McDonald’s.”

"We had a secret meeting late last night with Alpha Charles. Just Cam and I. And he did bring up the issue. So he had the local pack visit the house that your family rented and they sniffed out every nook and cranny. Didn't find anything there. No scent of blood, new or old, and definitely no scent of cleaning supplies that might have been left behind after the people tried to clean that place up." "So nothing useful?" Alex asked Darcia. "What's the condition of the house?" "It's been vacant for the last four months." Darcia replied. "The owner wants to demolish it and hand it over to a big conglomerate or something. They'll probably be turning it into a mall soon." Alex visibly relaxed afte

I quickly move toward the shabby looking structures with dim lighting coming through the curtains. I unsheath my blades and crouch down to listen. Faint laughter is coming from somewhere in the house, but it doesn't sound natural. I peek through the tattered curtains and seeing a moving picture screen. I realize Fiadh's familiar is watching television. A common form of entertainment on Earth.