Creepy Hallway Novels & Stories

Feeling bored, I stood up and head towards the dark hallway, hoping to find one or two useful items. ************ I walk carefully as my footsteps echoed down the empty hallway. Each room at the side of the hallways is lock, and I want to avoid barging in after encountering dead bodies in three rooms. A mouse startles me as it rush past me and jumped into a room through the open door. I followed it, trying to see what's in the room, unlike the others; it's pitch dark with no windows, I pointed my torch towards the wall in front which is marked by claws and blood stains as usual. There were photos of different female pop musicians on the wall, covered with dust. The dented mirror at the corne

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

I held my breath until he was several paces behind us. “That was close,” I whispered, finally letting out a shaky breath. “He was staring at you,” Lennox muttered, his eyes still fixed on the hallway ahead. “He was trying to figure you out. We need to move faster.” “I know,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “Let’s just find him and get out. I can’t stand being in this place another second.” Then I saw a dark, narrow hallway. “Check down here,” I whispered. We headed toward it. As we descended, the air turned cold and damp, smelling of mildew and old blood. It was quiet—too quiet—until a sound broke the silence that made my skin crawl.

I crept out into the hallway, the plush carpet swallowing the sound of my footsteps. The silence was absolute. Until it wasn’t. A low, guttural sound reached me, so faint I thought I’d imagined it. I froze, my breath catching. It came again, from the far end of the dark hallway—a snarl of pure, unadulterated agony, followed by the distinct, sickening crunch of splintering wood.

The client's company wasn't far away, so I clocked in and headed out to meet them. When I stepped into the elevator, I was still on the phone with Adam, sharing the good news. The moment the doors closed, the lights flickered, and strange mechanical noises echoed. Only then did I realize I was alone in the elevator. The date was June 23—the same day I had fallen to my death in my previous life. "Adam!" I yell into the phone. "The elevator is dropping—"

VOLUME ONE: FLUX: Freedom Alex crept down the stark white hallways lit with generic compact florescent lighting. The tile echoed every whisper of her careful, quick movement. A dark line beneath each office door gave away the emptiness of the building. She slowed her elegant stride as a corner approached and pressed her pointed ear to the wall. Alex heard no vibrations and carefully peeked one dark eye around the corner. An empty row of office doors stared back. She continued down three more vacant corridors, exact copies of the previous, as if hallways could be mass produced. Her mental map guided her through the winding maze until she finally faced the door number 1672.

The door immediately gave way and opened. A wave of heat escaped from within, carrying with it a strong scent of sulfur and ash. Pascal stepped through the threshold and motioned for Sam to follow. As they journeyed through the hallways, they were met with all sorts of disquieting creatures and passageways, some of which were barely navigable without missing a step or two. Eventually, they reached their destination, a tall and imposing chamber full of skeletons and human corpses. Sam shuddered, the fear pulsing in his veins. He shot towards the exit like a bullet, leaving an afterimage just as Pascal suddenly appeared at the entrance. He fell back, quivering in fear.

How hard it must be to feign bravery beneath the stare of a heinous monster with a malicious smile. Not only am I a threat, but I am catastrophic. Alessandro leads us to the door that he disappeared out of after letting Roman. We follow him down a dimly lit hallway, a replica of the one I entered the house through. Strips of LED lights line either side, giving off an ominous glow against the black walls and tiles. This hallway steeply inclines upward now that we’re coming from underground. It feels like climbing a mountain with the way my body aches.

The woman led me down a long, dimly lit hallway. The walls were stained with watermarks, and the floor was cracked and uneven. The air was thick with the smell of stale food and sweat. As we walked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The hallway seemed to go on forever, and there were no doors or windows in sight. It was as if we were descending into a dark, subterranean labyrinth.

Sucking in a deep breath, my heart started racing faster when I realized I was on the right track. The interior of the dilapidated house was just as creepy as the exterior, thick cobwebs covered the walls that were already peeling and falling apart. The strong smell of burning incense and sweat lingered in the air. Tiptoeing down the fifth hallway, I heard the one sound I was praying to hear. A cry.