Haunted House Books Novels & Stories

Earnestine said, she knew that she was either a witch or supernatural but she just couldn't tell. The lamp in her room lit the room up, though the sun still poured its magnificent gleams across the town. She enjoyed it when she locked up herself, and the whole place was dark. It allowed her to concentrate and figure out what she was doing. Hayley was sitting on her bed, her books were scattered, her witch Grimoire, and the book of unbinding.

He had signed it to make the book owner a lucky person. He squeezed it among the other books in his library, and moved a few steps back to get a good view of it. The first shelf read: Joe Robert; Ghost House, Witches Lair, Lockwood, The Boy Who Saw Ghosts, Acherons Corpse and Duckhead. He seemed satisfied as his face-beamed with smiles, but was cut short when he noticed that the torn book had made his library ugly. He swore under his breath, picked up his mobile and dialed his secretary's number, which rang twice before he picked up.

"Good thing your number will never be called — you're too ugly." "Yes, Mother." I wanted to scream in outrage. She was gorgeous! Even in the dream, I could see the purity of the blood, taste the goodness on my lips. A house appeared in the distance. It was poorly lit. The shutters were falling from the windows, and the porch steps had seen better days. The foundation crumbled beneath the heaviness of the home, making it appear depressing. I took the steps two at a time and found myself in Genesis's room. She had books everywhere. Books about vampires, werewolves, and sirens. Then finally, Dark Ones.

Helena quickly ran out of the room after she came in and called them and said I found this book on the bed and it's not mine This is the first time I've seen it Is it for any of you? sera said, "This is the first time I've seen him. He's never mine." Mart also said it was not his. Helena looked at them and said suspiciously: I don't know how he came to my room and to my bed, it's really suspicious. Could the house be haunted or what? What the fuck is going on here. That book wasn't there when I came out of the room and we sat down together, I'm sure of that. Mart thought: I don't know what's going on here but let's see what's in this book first and then see what we're going to do.

"You're in luck. We have a section dedicated to folklore, myths, and legends. Follow me." She led them to a corner of the library, where bookshelves were adorned with titles that piqued their interest. Tiffany and Hailey eagerly began scanning the shelves, pulling out books and flipping through their pages in search of answers. Hours passed as they delved into the stories and accounts of supernatural beings, searching for any hints or connections to their own experiences. They came across tales of witches, vampires, and shape-shifters, but nothing that seemed directly related to their own situation. Just as their enthusiasm began to wane, Hailey stumbled upon an old leather-bound book tucked

I left it charging, so they could use it for as long as they wanted, and if what ghost hunters said was true, they could also draw energy from the battery at the same time. Back to the kitchen, I put to cook, wondering what I could watch over dinner. YouTube kept suggesting me a compilation of the best paranormal evidence captured by the infamous Haunters. No matter how many times I tapped the option to not show it anymore, it kept popping up. So after checking there was nothing interesting to watch anywhere else, I decided I could always have a good laugh and sat to have dinner and watch the rockstars scream like little girls. The moment Brandon Price started his weird off-camera narration,

I marched straight to the house where the Swans were staying and pounded on the door. They opened the door, annoyance written all over their faces. "Spit it out!" "Where's my handbook?" I questioned. "What does that have to do with us?" Afro and the others lived just next door, and they watched us with interest. It wasn't hard to guess that they had already joined forces. They wanted to see whether losing the handbook would be the trigger that would cause any monsters to appear and devour me. That way, they could figure out how to complete the final objective of defeating the final boss.

Everyone Zoe met, she would tell them, “I had someone read her fortune. Maisie’s future is cursed. She’s sickly. Stay away from her.” I clenched my teeth and propped myself up despite being weak and feverish. I went to see the fortune teller who had read my fortune in my previous life. After hearing the full story, he told me that there was definitely something I had not noticed yet, and I needed to go back and search carefully. I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing.

A long silence followed. Then— “No,” the voice answered softly. The shadows moved. The thing outside laughed quietly. And the sound was not human. Eleanor stepped backward immediately, pulse hammering now as cold spread through the hallway. The air smelled wrong suddenly. Rotting earth. Wet soil. Graves opened after rain. Another scrape dragged across the door. The wood splintered slightly beneath the pressure. Her stomach turned. Nothing should have been able to touch Blackwood House like this. Unless— Unless she had weakened the wards herself by answering it.

She walked towards where her daughter was and she stared at her for a while before moving her eyes to Hazel. “Thank you, Hazel,” she said it like she meant it and she moved her eyes back to fall on the book of prophecy before gripping it tightly. “Caitlin! No,” Hazel expressed shock when she suddenly realized and she quickly made to save the book but she was too late as the book turned to ashes as soon as the flames engulfed it.