Novel & Cerita Creepy Abandoned House

"Lynn Sawyer, you gave birth to a child and abandoned him. You know child abandonment is a crime." The neighbors were already waking up one by one, stretching their necks to catch a glimpse of the commotion. I stared at him. Then, in the next breath, I yanked off my slipper and swung it straight across his face. "You shameless old man! You dare show up at my door and frame me? I don't even have a boyfriend, and you claim I had a baby? Have you ever seen a woman who just gave birth and can still fight like this? Do I look like I just had a baby?"

Alpha Jett pointed his hand at the massive house looming in front of us. The mansion looks like it belong to a bygone era. It has been abandoned for a long time. No movement or sound could be heard coming from the house. The only sounds I can hear are the sounds of insects and birds chirping above us, originating from the branches of the few trees surrounding the area. The vast lawn was taken over by overgrown wild plants and bushes. "Do you want to enter the gate?" he asked. "Or leave and go home?" "I won't leave." I said, shaking my head, refusing to leave until I saw my cousin alive. "Let's check the house and gather some clues," I responded, getting out of the car.

The whispers also disappeared, replaced by the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. "Nothing," the student immediately released Roxanne's hand. His deep voice made her feel familiar and secure. On one way to the abandoned house, nothing strange happened anymore. The door was damaged on one side making it loose. As soon as they stepped inside, a chilling feeling hit everyone, making everyone shiver and instinctively huddle together. The atmosphere was filled with gloom. The host led them upstairs. The sound of the old stairs creaking with each step made the atmosphere even more terrifying. They came to a room without a door. The objects inside were still neatly arranged even though t

Not that she really needed it—her wolf eyes worked fine in the dark—but the added light was comforting. Besides, her instinct had been insistent. “Better to be over-prepared than dead,” she had said. Typical Cassidy logic. Valerie swept the flashlight across the entrance room. Dust was everywhere—on the floor, hanging from the ceiling, even floating in the air. Cobwebs clung to the corners like decorations. The whole house was abandoned, silent, and sad. It felt like something had been lost here, not just forgotten. She closed the door behind her, shutting out the world outside.

The door opened, squeaking on the hinges. The house was completely dark, there was a dusty smell to it, it was possibly an abandoned house that was not in use for years. Seeing in the dark was no difficult feat, he was a werewolf, and their vision excelled in the dark. The house was made of wood, old dainty, squeaky wood. Rotted and dried up, it was barely managing to stand upright. Physically, there was no one in sight, but the energy in the house said otherwise.

her hands clutch at the seatbelt because after hours of driving they had arrived at what she calls her "curse" —And there is our house," Mr. Hernandez looked with such happiness at the house in front of them on the left side, "Let's go Serena. The enthusiasm in his voice was noticeable, but Serena just wanted it to be a horrible nightmare, her eyes scan the surroundings, there was only one neighbor across the street, but the house was across the street from hers, but apparently, it was uninhabited. "What was that?" Serena's eyes stay fixed on one of the windows of the house, she swore she saw something moving inside the abandoned house.

As I struggled the ropes started cutting into my flesh, making me hiss with pain. I look around to find any escape root or at least some object to let myself free but the room is too dark for me to make out. From what I can tell it's an old abandoned house. Most of the place is covered in cobwebs and dust, making me scrunch my nose up. I can even smell a rotten rat. My dear kidnapper surely knows how to select a place to keep the victim in. The victim can die because of the disgusting smell alone. I looked some more to get any clue but I came up with nothing except the fact that the house is creepy looking and will be perfect to shoot a horror movie.

I took my feet and walked in, As we stepped inside, the floorboards groaned under our weight, and my gaze scanned through the house that had no life, no signs of humans. The air was thick with a musty scent of dust and Dust motes danced in the slivers of light that pierced through the window. Even the old carpets had faded out of color. The sofas had dusty covers, and the chandelier from above was dirty and had cobwebs. There was no doubt, the house had been abandoned for years and it no longer had life in it. Seeing the situation, Justin walked upstairs with Becker with him to check the situation. I was quite sure the whole place would be in the situation too.

“We’re going there. Now.” In an hour, everyone was set and ready to leave. We drove over to the place and minutes later, we pulled up to the address. The place was abandoned. The building was small, old, the kind of place people used when they didn’t want to be found. My men got out as Eric yelled orders at them and they moved into the building with different weapons. I walked into the house and we scoured the place. The place was creepy and silent. We checked each and every room that was in the building, making sure we left no stone unturned.

Liam said, shuddering a little and shoving his hands in his pockets, “this is where Margaret held her bloody rituals.” I gulped as we approached the house. It looked dark and quiet, and my wolf couldn’t scent anyone nearby. But even though it appeared abandoned, it still made me uneasy. We made our way up the front steps to the porch, and to our surprise, the front door was unlocked. “Creepy,” I muttered as I opened the door. The scent of old blood and dust immediately filled my nostrils, but I stepped inside anyway, Liam stepping in right behind me. Indeed, the place did seem abandoned. Cobwebs hung from the ceilings, spiders spun fresh webs between the banisters, and a fine layer of dust c