Fiona Haunting Ground Novels & Stories

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

Close to me. Safe. I don't know when I fell asleep, but Laura's crying awakened me. When I open my eyes, I can see the panic in Leo's eyes. "Mama! Mama!" calls Laura in her restless sleep. I slide over the armrest to join them in the converted bed and take her in my arms. Laura calms down immediately as her little fists close on the satin of my dress. Leo looks at her sadly and throws me an embarrassed glance. "Excuse us for this, Signora Lucia. Since our mother disappeared, Laura has been having nightmares every night. But, it will be better when she comes back", he informs me.

Using the moonlight, she began to climb higher up the tree. Despite having climbed to a considerable height, she could still hear the scratching sounds on the tree trunk. It was the wolves' claws, accompanied by their eerie howls. It seemed like they were calling for reinforcements. Fiona felt as if all the bad luck in her life had been used up in this one year. Misfortune seemed to follow her everywhere. She swore that once she got out of Coolstream County and back to Springvale City, she would head straight to the temple on Mount Yuntai to pray for better luck.

The threads of fate trembled, drawn taut, preparing to be rewritten by hands that had not touched earth in centuries. Fiona lay in her small bed, her body restless, sweat dampening her skin despite the coldness of the night. Her mind burned with strange visions—silver light flickering through the darkness, a woman’s voice whispering promises, and the warmth of a presence so overwhelming it felt like both comfort and fire. Her lips trembled as if speaking words not her own, syllables her tongue should never have known.

That worried me more than if she had. We stopped at the edge of the sanctum, an old stone circle swallowed by forest, cracked pillars leaning inward like they were tired of holding the sky. Symbols were carved into the ground, dark and fresh, glowing faintly red. Demon work. Finn dismounted first. “This place wasn’t active before.” “It is now,” Fia said quietly. “They’re scared.” Elena stepped forward, boots crunching against gravel. Her posture was calm, practiced, like this wasn’t her first time standing on cursed ground.

“There may be more booby-traps ahead. Fiona, you go lead the way now. Check the ground VERY carefully for us.” Fiona chirped a short acknowledgement and floated slowly off down the tunnel, staying just a few inches above the ground. She flew in a zigzag pattern, allowing her to examine every bit of the stone from close up. The company followed behind her, staying as close to the center of the passage as they could. They traveled much more slowly this way, but they needed to be cautious.

I mused. Once again, silence ensued up until we reached the desolate graveyard. Strange enough, Lydia did help me with Fiona's body. She helped me to find a spot and she only left when I began to dig. Hours later, a noticeable rectangular hole was formed and I put Fiona's body within. Slowly, I removed the dressings covering her face. I wanted to see them one last time. My eyes rested on her face, my heart heard the sound of her voice as if she were right there with me. Perhaps it is the memories that remained or the guilt that still assaulted me. Looking at Fiona's lifeless body brought a tear to my eye. I placed a kiss on her forehead and whispered to her ears. "You once told me that there

She’d been recovering well lately, and I’d been checking in on her every night. I knocked softly, and after a moment, her sleepy voice came from inside. Fiona's voice was laced with sleepiness as she said, “Zack? It’s late.” “I know,” I said quietly as she opened the door, “just needed to see you.” She smiled faintly, rubbing her eyes. "You look like you've seen a ghost," Fiona said, her voice tinged with concern. I chuckled dryly. “Close enough. I found something… strange. Witches, in the Luna’s quarters.”

The cracking stopped suddenly. “It worked” Iza breathed, excitedly. “Better than I could have ever imagined. It looks like you are exactly the thing we needed.” He smiled at me, disgustingly. Fiona got to her feet, standing on two hind legs at least 9 feet tall, her hairless, leathery body hunched over. Her eyes glowed like lanterns in the dim light. “Fiona” I shouted at her, hoping she was still in there somewhere. Her glowing eyes snapped to me, and she lunged, claws and teeth extended. She hit the end of her chains and was snapped back, still snarling.

Fear gripped her like icy hands as she sprinted out of the room and down the stairs, her bare feet pounding against the cold floor. When she reached the living room, she stopped short, her breath caught in her chest. Rahilla lay on the floor, motionless, her tiny body unnervingly still. Crimson stained her golden curls and pooled on the floor around her. Alexa’s scream pierced the air, a raw, guttural sound of despair. She dropped to her knees, scooping Rahilla into her trembling arms. “No! No, no, no! Rahilla, wake up, baby!” Alexa cried, her hands shaking as she gently patted Rahilla’s cheeks. “Please, open your eyes!”