Haunted House Books Novels & Stories

“It is not the enemy that lurks outside your home that you should fear but the enemy that you dine and share a home with…” ~ Lucas Chaos An hour later, Chaos and her family made their way to Alpha River’s house and towards the conference room. Kiara was still smiling sweetly whiles the twins and their mother wore blank looks on their faces. As for Chaos, the look on her face was zero to none. Thanks to her new look, she looked scary and somewhat dead and funnily enough, that was exactly how she felt inside.

the spirit mused then invited, "come over to the bookshelf. It's time we conducted a little research." Miranda rose her eyebrows in bewilderment and shook her head, "I guess." She sighed out, then she approached the bookshelf where the ghost started to point out which books Miranda needed to read. By the time Miranda sat at the small table, she had up to ten books piled on the wooden surface. "Now, let's start with The Legends of the Wolfe, then we'll read Creatures of the Moon, Myths Versus Facts, then we can go from there." The ghost coached.

Just hearing it made the trees outside the window blur like home was hiding behind them. “Give me the rundown again,” William said, eyes still on the road. Alexandra reached for the wrinkled sheet of paper on the dash. “So, about a month ago, this group of teenagers decided to go poking around this supposedly haunted house on the edge of town—” William cut her off. “Haunted by what?” “Allegedly,” she said, “by a spirit who hates women. Legend says it targets girls—hangs them in the rafters.” “Oh,” I said dryly. “Awesome.”

From there, she figured she could break her way through one of the huge stained-glass windows, and escape through the roof. Just as Caitlin was getting close, suddenly, one of those huge ceiling windows shattered. She looked up, and there before her, looking down, snarling, was one of the most evil looking creatures she had ever seen. Six more stained-glass windows suddenly shattered, and she saw that there were seven of these creatures—huge, enormous, disfigured vampires. They blocked her access to the roof. Caitlin was cornered in from both directions. She had no choice but to stand and fight.

She continued to look down at the book, refusing to make eye contact. “How do you suppose your journal got there?” he asked. She looked him in the eye, doing her best to keep a straight face. “I was walking home last night, and I lost it somewhere. Maybe they found it.” He studied her. Finally, he said, “Maybe.” They stood there, in silence. “The weirdest thing of all,” he continued, “is that, before I went completely unconscious, I could have sworn I saw you there, standing over me, yelling at those guys to leave me alone….Isn’t that crazy?”

I heard his screams, saw the blood. Moritz's mother ran across the garden before it was torn down. And there was blood again. There was blood everywhere. The noise that the plush made on the fence got bigger and bigger, but I couldn't move. "Gracy." Wynn tugged at my dress, crying. "Gracy, I'm scared." When a window pane rattled, I awoke from my stupor. Climb into the tree house, Papa had called. Where was papa I couldn't see him anymore. But there was blood everywhere for that. And these noises.

I stayed silent. "The apartment where she had that accident was a company unit assigned to her," Stan said. "It's been empty ever since the accident. Later, the company wanted to take the place back, but the staff they sent over all got badly spooked. Over time, rumors that the place was haunted started to spread." He looked at me, his gaze sharpening. "But that changed when you showed up. When I first saw your rental address, I was shocked. I honestly thought you'd be running out of there in tears within three days. But you didn't.

“Well, that’s the monster hunter. What do you think? Dean, you have anything?” “Nothing good. I’m afraid this is one of three tomes that were stolen years ago. The mage they were stolen from never finished his work before he died. So, we have worked up a little to combat this. But they brought a hunting party through. I’ve not been able to find the size of the party. Or whether they are light or dark fae.” Lue snorted and looked up. “Light or dark doesn’t matter. It’s just levels of nasty when we wash the laundry and take out the trash.”

Derek said reasonably, though his posture visibly stiffened as he aimed his flashlight down the hallway. ​"I hope so," I breathed. ​"No," Tasha said flatly, grabbing the back of Derek's shirt. "This house is haunted. Jonathan Vance's ghost is back for his property. We are all going to die." ​"Calm down, Tasha," Derek said softly. "There's no such thing as a haunted—" ​CRASH! ​A loud, violent smash shattered the quiet—the sound of a heavy wooden display shelf toppling onto the hardwood floor in the library.

“Um, yeah, that’s the genre I’m most known for. Why?” “I know you’ve written about vampires, zombies, demons, serial killers, and even a Sasquatch, but no books about haunted houses, correct?” “No novels,” Brad said, his stomach churning with acid as he detected the point of this line of questioning, “but in my collection I have a story about a haunted treehouse.” Ramon grunted. “I bet if you released a haunted house novel, it’d be a big hit. Especially now that you actually live in a haunted house, don’t you think?”