Eerie Novels & Stories

She mostly stared blankly at her computer screen and wrote letters to her mom in her big diary. One of such letters read: Hello mom, your daughter is thirteen already. Where's the gift you promised her? You never promised to gift her your dead body, so why are you not here? Why are you silent? Why's your phone number out of coverage? Why are you not replying your emails? Why are you not calling or texting her? Where are you? Are you in heaven? If yes, why so soon? You told your daughter you were going to Australia but why change your mind? You promised to come two weeks ago but you're still not here? Where are you? Are you even listening? Did you get stabbed by someone? Is your heart still b

They all raise their hands with calculated slowness. Then absolute silence falls between us as we hear the distinctive sound of heels descending the grand staircase. I don't need to look up to see who it is. "Santo," Elio calls in a husky voice, and I already know that I'm going to get beaten to a pulp later this evening. His gaze sweeps across the room and stops on the splinters of blood against the immaculate wall. Elio couldn't care less that I've killed someone in the house. In fact, he hasn't given a damn about anything since Lulu left. But if there's one thing he still cares about, it's his obsessive disorder.

The earth groaned beneath their feet. Cracks webbed across the temple floor, glowing faintly with the sickly violet hue of Umbraeth’s essence pressing against the last fragments of the seal. The air shimmered unnaturally, heavy with heat and pressure, making it difficult to breathe. Power coiled in the space like a beast in wait, pulsing in time with something ancient and angry.

Her voice was hushed but sharp, cutting through the oppressive silence. A low, distant howl split the stillness, echoing through the trees. It was unlike any call of a wolf they knew. It was hollow, distorted—like something ancient and malevolent was crying out from beyond the veil of reality, a mournful wail that sent chills racing down Kaelan’s spine.

The room itself seemed to quiver in response, and Elvie couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. As the incantation persisted, Elvie strained to comprehend its meaning or purpose, but the words remained a baffling enigma. It was a spell unlike any she had encountered before, and the more she listened, the more it became apparent that this was not the work of a mere amateur. Whatever its intent, this spell was potent and foreboding, shrouded in an aura of mystery and danger. "What the hell is that?" Elvie pressed, her voice quivering with a mixture of anger and fear. But the intruder paid no attention to her words, their focus entirely consumed by the incantation.

A faint, unearthly mist creeps across the ground, like skeletal fingers reaching out to snatch the living, as if death itself was reclaiming the land. The trees, once green and vibrant, now stand as skeletal sentinels, their branches like bony fingers reaching towards the sky. The wind whispers an unsettling melody, a haunting dirge that seems to warn of impending doom. In this ominous hour, the shadows come alive, twisting and writhing like living darkness. The very fabric of reality seems to be unraveling, and the whispers of the unknown are a chilling reminder that something ancient and evil lurks just beyond the edge of perception.

Iris’ expression turned grave and she walked away from the family to one end of the room, she would observe what was to happen from this safe distance. A chill swept through the room, followed by a death silence gripped with fear, giving the feeling of stepping into a haunted place right after the creaking of a door would stop. The little time in space just before a scare would come, but this was not just a scare from a ghost or a creature from the dark, this was the rage of the ruler of Astaroth, and it was undeniably chilly.

Piper nudged her as she flinched. "Come on girl! What is the matter?" Piper inquired as Willow gazed back at her with bulged eyes. (Should I tell her?) She thought. "Hey! Are you okay?' She asked again as Willow decided to spill. "Emm, do you by any chance, feel that this place seemed creepy?' " what are you talking about?" Piper giggled. "It is Halloween, it should be creepy of course" she rubbed her shoulders. (Of course, she would not understand me) she thought.

"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

To be back before weren’t an option anymore least to hunting she’d been preyed. Her reverie were cut off; footfalls beyond underlies what she fears of. One. Two. Three. Footsteps echoed. A hum that bounce back on the walls rings back and forth, a malady that carry shivers. To shudder across as she knew what was coming. As the keys jingle, the door slowly part rumbling the creek that only add to the eerie ambiance suggesting that the place means no good at all. “Hello, ángel.” To hated his guts were beyond recognition.