Creepy Attic Novels & Stories

I take a book about herbal medicine. Sitting on the couch, flicking through the pages, I toss the book aside. I leave the room and wander up the hall. The smell of cooked apples and warm caramel hit my nose again. I follow the smell until it leads me to an old staircase that goes up into an attic I slowly walk up the stairs. They appear rotten and damp. I reach the door handle, turn the knob, and push the door open. As the door creaks open, I see a really old thin mattress in the corner of the room—a broken chair in the other corner and a full-length broken mirror missing half the glass.

My palms feel inexplicably damp, and no matter how hard I try to stop feeling as flustered as I do, I fail. I tighten my grip on the silver handrail, stare straight ahead at the brass doors, and force my heart rate back into a civilized zone. It’s just an elevator. It’s just Sydney. The doors slide open with a heavy thud, revealing the expanse of the grand attic. The space is cavernous, filled with the kind of dust that feels like it’s been settling since the nineteenth century. Shafts of sunlight pierce through the small, arched windows, illuminating trillions of dancing particles.

“Currently the authorities are saying that two people are involved in this case. A woman and a man. Most likely they are vampires!” I said the same thing to Frey when I got home. "I can't believe they said I was a vampire too," I said with a laugh. I looked around.Nothing suspicious happened.There is no sign of change to the layout of the rooms.I also don't smell any foreign scent in this room.When I got home earlier, I didn't feel any strange gazes or movements around me either.Thankfully the pursuers didn't find us. “Frey, I bought fresh fish. More precisely, this is all I can buy,” I said showing a small fish in a transparent plastic filled with water.

"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

Under the blazing sun, the party walked for an entire half hour before arriving at the village square. "Is this a stone altar?" "Aren't altars par for the course when it comes to myths about the sea? What's there to be surprised about?" The party discussed amongst themselves carefully, before Afro exclaimed, "Wait, that altar isn't made of stones, it's made of human skulls! Wasn't this supposed to just be an A-ranked dungeon? How did so many people die here?" At the center of the square stood a massive watchtower built entirely from human bones.

I knew it might be a bit rough over the next few months, but knowing that these people were here to protect me and little bean, made everything slightly less worrisome. The attic was hidden away in an old unused staircase. It only had one way in and out, something Celia mentioned we should change. After a dozen turns and flights of stairs, we entered the foyer part of what would be our house within Tencrest. A small modern light had been installed, but it gave us only a small look at the area. Beyond the open door though, I could see what this space really was.

If she made something of it, I could pass it off as a trick of the light. The stairs came down with a thud and I climbed up. It was dark and musty in the attic, but the smell that had me gag was the sweet, sickly smell of death, decay and blood. I couldn’t stop my stomach from lurching, and I threw up in a corner. Mama stood behind me, not daring to touch me. “We need to get rid of the body.” She said, “It reeked in here.” I saw a form rolled up in an old carpet. He was no longer Daddy; he was the body. The body that needed to be discarded, like so much garbage.

or anyone, so I walked until I reached the stairs to the fourth floor. As I climbed the stairs I looked behind me to make sure no one had seen me. When I get to the fourth floor it's the same thing. A hallway. Doors with the rooms. The first one was number 36. But at the end of the hallway there was another staircase. A smaller one yes, maybe the one leading to the attic. Or so I think. I walked carefully down the hallway, praying that someone didn't come out of one of these rooms. To my luck no one came out. I climbed the stairs to the attic until I arrived. As I suspected, it was an attic. There were many old, dusty things with cobwebs. There were books, swords, sculptures of wolves. There

He worked the crowbar under the first board. Wood groaned. Gave. He removed another. Then another. The trapdoor opened. Darkness poured down. Thicker than before. He shone the flashlight up. The beam caught dust motes. Then something else. A shape in the far corner. Hooded. Bent. Holding something small. Black. Lens pointed downward. The shutter clicked again. Ethan stepped onto the floorboards. Veronica followed. The attic smelled of salt. Of wet stone. Of old film.

Instead, he gripped my neck tightly and turned me around to see his foot ready to roll the chair over with one kick. "No. Please, don't. Don't!" I whimpered. I looked into his crescent moon eyes with a pleading look, and Haris returned with his disgusting grin. "Come with me, baby." He whispered. As he dragged me past the legs of the hanging corpse to the bathroom, I saw that a ladder had extended upwards and straight through the attic. He forced me to clean up first. I hit my knees on the metal several times as his hand pushed quite hard on my back. We didn't take long to reach the attic before he finally sealed the hole in the bathroom ceiling. Claustrophobic and dark, I couldn't cough as