Creepy Abandoned House Novels & Stories

It wasn't until much later that I found out most of that money had gone straight to Derek and Chloe. I looked down at her hand on my arm. "Let go." She wouldn't. Tears kept falling. "Ryan, you can't do this. You're my flesh and blood—" I laughed. Flesh and blood? Then why had that flesh and blood spent its childhood sleeping in a space under the stairs, eating other people's leftovers, and nearly dying of a fever alone in an empty house? "Mom. You keep saying I'm your flesh and blood. Then tell me — how many ribs does a person have?"

On the fourth night, I waited until 11 PM before finally giving up and turning off the light. The house felt emptier without him. The silence pressed in from every corner. No footsteps on the stairs. No sound of his briefcase hitting the kitchen counter. No calls. No text messages. Nothing. On the fifth night, I gave up pretending. I went downstairs, turned on the TV, and clicked on one of my favorite movies on N*****x. I poured myself a bowl of popcorn and settled into the couch, determined to stop waiting for someone who clearly wasn’t coming back.

ABANDONED HOUSE – 10:02 PM The cracked wooden floor creaked under Thelma’s heels as she paced across the dust-ridden room of the long-abandoned house. Her lips twitched in frustration. “Where the fuck is she?” she muttered for the third time, brushing her disheveled hair out of her face. Her eyes darted to the cracked window, squinting through the faint moonlight and flickering streetlamp casting eerie shadows through the fog.

Nate didn't seem too disappointed, he just smiled in confidence and tells us that he'll meet us at the next location. By the time we reached house number four I was tired and cranky, none of the houses scream home. The second house was a three-story house which was too many stairs for my liking. The third house was a no-stairs house which should please my mind but then the hallways were like a maze nightmare and I know I'd get lost without a map and spend hours chasing our kids around the house. Then there was the fourth house, the creepy old manor setting looked beautiful in pictures. But when we stepped into the house, goosebumps formed on the back of my neck, and I couldn't get past the k

I didn’t care what they muttered; soon their mouths would spill more than whispers. I led them out the back exit and through the silent streets until we reached the abandoned house I’d scouted earlier. The structure leaned tiredly on its frame, the windows boarded, the air inside thick with mold and decay. Perfect. No one would come here, no one would hear. I shoved them inside one by one and bolted the door. My hands were steady, my pulse calm, though inside I burned with anticipation. Tonight, I would peel away their masks for good. “Sit,” I ordered, pointing to the broken chairs scattered around the dusty living room.

It look abandoned because it looked a little quiet and calm, but it was pretty decent-looking, not the type of creepy abandoned houses that you see in movies, so Karlisle thought it was weird. The young man noticed that the gate of the abandoned house is slightly opened, so whether he would be considered a trespasser, he went in the house's premises and went inside the quiet home. It was eerily empty, but he can sense the presence inside which made him feel both tensed and pumped to attack anyone.

“Boss, we’re two minutes out. Pulling up now.” I skidded around the last corner, tires kicking up dust. The abandoned house came into view under the moonlight—old, falling apart, windows boarded up, paint peeling like dead skin. My men’s black SUVs were already there, doors open. We moved like shadows, guns drawn but silent. My heart pounded so loud I could hear it in my ears. We rushed the front door. It was unlocked, swinging open with a creak that cut through the quiet. Inside smelled like mold and dust. Floors creaked under our boots. The place looked ready to collapse—broken furniture, cobwebs everywhere. Then I heard it.

Cash moves through the trees and I follow behind, Mason at my side. “Wait.” I say, slowing him down. “We are going into an abandoned house where we suspect that a killer is. We need to be careful.” Mason stops, his nose crinkling in disgust. “Ugh!” He takes a step back. “I know it is horrible Mason, but we have to push through it.” Cash tells Mason. “What is it?” I ask, confused. “Death.” Cash says. “The house, you said you saw bodies. We can smell them. The stench of blood, death and rot. It smells as if a few of the bodies have started to decompose.”

He stops as they both stumbled upon a house, Now the house wasn’t like any other house, It seemed like it was built years ago, You could see the railings of the house falling apart, He shared a look with Aurora and looked back at the house which they just stumbled upon. The house had a huge sign on it that read 'HOUSE 5B2C ' They were at the supposed house, Looking at the house again, you could tell it was a deserted house, The railings were falling apart however the front door was still in place, This was the haunted house.

I wrinkled my nose and pulled back a little. Summoning courage, I stepped into the basement and found the light switch. The room was drowned in white light as I turned it on, illuminating several corpses all stacked in the room. I looked away from the grotesque sight, the stench stinging my lungs. That confirmed that vampires were here. And they were dumping bodies in here as well. I wondered why the cops hadn’t found the bodies here, and then it hit me. It was an abandoned house. There was no way they would look for missing people here. They probably thought it was haunted as well.