Darkness Haunted House Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes at him and passed him my plate. “I was thinking, Dawn of the Dead,” Kate replied. I gasped; is she kidding me? “No way! I’m not watching that, it’ll scare the crap out of me!” I cried, horrified at the thought of watching a zombie movie. They made me so scared that I couldn’t be alone for days afterwards; I had to pee with the bathroom door open for goodness sake! I could hear her chuckling. “Please, Amby? I really want to see it,” she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now.

"Yeah, also, some of them would say that they feel like they're being watched and every one of them said that they saw a bloody-hands waving outside the window." "Do these occurrences hurt someone in your house hold?" "One of my assistants got possessed and jumped from the roof of the mansion. Fortunately, some tree catches his body before landing on the concrete floor. He was injured for six weeks." Jonas gasp and gave mister Dankworth a sympathetic look, the latter didn't see it though as his eyes were fixed on Ariz. "There's a rumor that my mansion is somewhat connected in some kind of underground tunnel, it is said to be a hideout of some cult performing dark rituals." He added.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

I get sleep only when I am fainted due to exhaustion. As soon as I closed my eyes, I remembered the day when he came back. I went home after work that night, I was hungry. I quickly unlocked the door and switched on the lights because I am scared of darkness. It always feels like some creepy thing will come crawling towards me from the dark corner. Not to mention that my house is built on the graveyard, I would have sold it a long time ago but my grandmother had built it with so much love and the second problem is, no one wants that house. They think it's haunted and I am crazy to live in a place like that.

⸻ And that unsettled Elara more than the punch itself. ⸻ Because Victor didn’t look afraid. He looked like a man waiting for something worse. ⸻ Then suddenly— the estate lights went out. ⸻ Darkness swallowed the room instantly. ⸻ Security shouted downstairs. Someone screamed. Glass shattered somewhere inside the mansion. ⸻ Daniel cursed sharply. “We’ve got intruders.” ⸻ And in the darkness— Victor Hale smiled. ⸻ Then chaos erupted. ⸻ Security alarms blared downstairs.

Most of the windows are boarded and with only the moonlight as illumination, the place looks like a haunted house in some spectacular horror remake. “I don’t like this.” I murmur to myself as Sierra and Carmen turn human and come to my side, pushing Radar and my other flanking wolf aside. We stand staring up at the dark building, no longer afraid of danger when the nothingness surrounds us. You can sense the fact that there is nothing here to be afraid of. “Are they even in there?” Carmen steps in front of me and peers long and hard at the top west tower and its balcony. The room that belonged to Juan and we see not a single light in the entire place flickering through boards and curtains.

Her eyes glowed with a mysterious, dark fire, like embers beneath the ashes, filling her heart with an irresistible cruelty. Malek began to drive slowly, every movement calculated, as if they were controlling time itself. The surrounding sounds faded, even the silence felt deafening, and the heavy air pressed against their chests. The bond between Malik and Dima was palpable in every glance, in every movement, as if they were one being, ready to face any approaching darkness. Everything on that street, on that dark night, seemed part of a larger game—a game of death, power, and might, where there was no room for weakness or hesitation. Where bodies were dumped in the middle of the streets. T

"What, ghost, do you mean I was taken by a ghost?" If you get scared too, especially when you imagine how scary the ghost is who took him away. Along with that, Bila and Sandra immediately enveloped themselves in great haste. Suddenly they felt that the entire room was enveloped with a dark black aura that was very scary. Then who is something that came...?

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

She asked looking over the manicured lawn. "Let me finish the story, please.” He stood behind her laying his chin on her shoulder and a hand on her waist. “The Howling One has always been a legend among us. He is a story told around campfires to scare the young. No one has ever seen him and lived, until now. Almost a decade ago, the shadow realm crossed into our realm. During those heated hours, a vicious battle broke out across the lower end of the city. In the aftermath of this battle, it was said Night Terror's only child, a daughter, was taken that night."