Free Horror Audio Books Novels & Stories

He immediately approached to help and asked in a whisper, "How are you? Did you learn anything new about it?" Raia looked around first before slowly arranging the books on the shelves. "For now, there's not much. But last night, I heard loud noises near the women's bathroom. I don't know who or what caused that sound, but when I went to the bathroom at night, I saw a human figure on the wall. I'm sure all the women were already asleep at that time, and I can't be wrong; that person was huge, no doubt. It could be a ghoul," he said flatly, without hesitation.

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!”

"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

A horror movie director on drugs? “Why does this place feel like death is flirting with me?” I muttered, hugging myself and peering around like I owed the shadows money. Then I heard it. A low, deep growl that vibrated right into my bones. I froze, pulse jumping, heart somewhere between “run” and “fight your shadow.” And then, Oh God, no...the voice. “Little mate,” it purred, the word mate rolling out of him. “What are you doing out here all alone? Missing me already?”

I think that’s what happened to me. “Justin! Justin, can you hear me?” I think some distant voice is trying to speak to me. “A silver blade, and wolfsbane to suppress his wolf. He would never have healed.” Another voice says from somewhere around me. Why is there so much water? Am I wet? What feels so heavy? “Justin. Please, buddy. I need you to come back to the room. Listen to me. Look into my eyes,” That voice sounds like Alpha Calvin. Did he die too? Everyone is dead, I guess.

The scene at the Gables’ porch was no longer a private tragedy. The initial, piercing scream had acted like a grim summons, pulling people from their homes and their morning routines. They gathered in a loose, hesitant semicircle, a silent, growing audience to the horror. The air, once fresh with the promise of dawn, was now thick with the metallic tang of blood and the low, anxious hum of murmured voices. Faces, pale and drawn in the morning light, were etched with a familiar dread—the kind that came from knowing that no walls, no matter how well-fortified, could ever truly keep the darkness out.

However, any glimpse of tranquility was abruptly shattered by the haunting voices that reverberated within the recesses of my mind, akin to an eerie chorus heralding a descent into madness. Those voices, once sinister and chilling, now twisted and distorted, permeated the eerie stillness with Killian’s haunting laughter. Each malicious chuckle seemed to snake through the air, sending shivers down my spine, while George's screams reverberated through my thoughts. Their resonance was enough to send my skin crawling, a visceral reaction that betrayed the very essence of my being.

The deafening silence only intensifies his fear, leaving him with a sinking feeling that something truly horrific has occurred. Richard took his step after standing paralyzed for so long, one step at a time, slowly. And as his feet move, the scene before his eyes gets much more horrifying. The furniture is overturned, the walls are splattered with blood, and a chilling breeze sends shivers down his spine. His heart races as he realizes that he is not alone in this house, and the unknown presence lurking in the shadows only fuels his terror.

Some appeared as twisted caricatures of human beings, their features warped and contorted, while others seemed to defy description, their shapes shifting and morphing in the dim, flickering light. A sense of foreboding hung in the air, as if I had stumbled into a realm where my deepest fears had taken on tangible form. Whispers, no longer unintelligible, echoed in my ears, weaving a chilling narrative of despair and dread. They spoke of forgotten sins and vengeful spirits, their words like icy tendrils creeping into my consciousness.

The windows in the room were clanking as a result of the cold wind blowing on them, and the curtains hanging around were vigorously blowing as a gust of wind that flew in through the window blew on them. Loreen's heart suddenly began to race rapidly within her, and she clenched her hand tightly. She glimpsed around and abruptly flinched back in fear when her eyes fell on a pile of black skeletons that were alive and crawling towards her with a wide horror grin on their faces. Her heart began to pound so loudly that it echoed in her ears and the urge to scream emerged within her. However, something inside of her held her back, preventing her from screaming. It kept telling her, do not! Do not