Creepy Attic Novels & Stories

with the promise of returning the following day with our findings. “I didn’t want to say anything in there,” Nora said as she slid into the passenger’s seat of my car, “but that attic had a really creepy feel.” “Well, we’re investigating it because someone or something is locking the door from the inside and making all kinds of noise every night,” I offered. “I’d call that creepy behavior.” She nodded. “I can’t wait to get a look.”

My heart pounds relentlessly in my ribcage, a surge of adrenaline and fear coursing through me. His dark laughter follows me down the hallway. This is something out of a nightmare, except when the monster catches up with me, I won't be waking up. I burst through the door. The room is dark and undeniably creepy. I quickly scan for a hiding place, my eyes settling on a ladder. Uncertain of its destination, I just hope it leads to somewhere I can hide. At the top of the ladder, I discover a hidden attic space above. The attic is dimly lit by a small, dusty window, revealing old storage boxes, forgotten furniture, and discarded church artifacts. It's a cramped and eerie space, filled with the mu

She looked up. They were cocoons, almost ready to hatch. One of them split on top and a small pink hand was poking through the oozing slit. There had been kids in the upper floors, after all. On the next landing, there were no apartments but only a small postern door in the corner. They went through and found a narrow staircase leading to the attic. The door was not locked but unfortunately it meant that there was no way to lock it behind them either. The attic was huge and freezing cold. There was a hole in the roof and tiny dispirited snowflakes drifted through.

"It’s a bit... tight, Lila. I hope His Majesty doesn't mind sharing a bed that doesn't have a remote control. It’s the only room left." "Tight" was an understatement. The attic room had slanted, low ceilings with exposed oak beams that Adrian had to duck under just to move. There was a single, heavy oak bed that looked like it had been handed down through five generations, covered in a thick, handmade floral quilt. A small window stood open, letting in the sound of crickets and a cool breeze that carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine.

The attic, huh? Alessia made one last glance at the small crevice on his room that could be seen to the front of the cabin before leaping up and hugging a wooden log on the ceiling while trying to open the trapdoor. She had to go back down and grab the crowbar to force it open and when she did, she frowned. The attic was mostly empty and stored nothing but a small chest. It was a dark room filled with cobwebs and other nasty animals but she couldn't care less. She quickly made her way to the chest, wasting no time. The sun's about to go down and that would mean Clyde's on his way back.

, Drake asked in an urgent whisper while inching closer to the Omega who was now blushing profusely. "I… I…", the words were stuck in her throat. He was too handsome and too close, and all this was too sudden. "She… maybe…" "Yes? Yes!?", he asked impatiently. She blinked rapidly. "The attic. There is a girl living in the attic." ---

I decide to leave the kitchen behind and call a pizza place nearby. I put a series on N*****x to watch, while I wait for the pizza place to arrive. Forty minutes go by and I hear my stomach growling. I can't wait any longer, and, already impatient, I think about going downstairs to see if the delivery man has arrived yet, but I give up, because this idea is a bit clueless. I imagine that because of the time that has passed, he is close to arriving - at least I hope so. I go to my room, put on a jacket, long enough to cover my pajamas and not show that I am without a bra. Already ready, I wait for the doorman to call on the intercom.

Terrified of losing their jobs, those employees banded together to drive out the interns, using staged paranormal incidents to force them to quit. The fingerprint scanner failed because Zoe deleted the data. The freezing air came from remote-controlled cooling devices installed in the vents. Computer malfunctions were caused by embedded control programs. As for the elevator, they had bribed a junior member of the property staff. In my previous life, if I had resigned, I wouldn't have died. But Adam stopped me at every turn because he wanted my accidental death compensation. If I died in the elevator, both the company and property management would have paid out large sums.

"But then again, who would you even be having sex with, right? You’re all dried up—unless some hot incubus is visiting you at night." "You're so weird."

ISABELLA’S POV My alarm clock screeched at 4:45 a.m., a shrill knife slicing through the darkness of my attic room. I jolted upright, my heart pounding against my ribs, the thin mattress creaking beneath me. The air was stale, heavy with dust and the faint tang of mildew from the cracked wooden beams overhead. My room—if you could call it that—was a forgotten corner of our Mansion, a cramped attic with a slanted ceiling that forced me to stoop.