Haunted House Books Novels & Stories

Various theories have the library being built there by aliens, by a civilization ten thousand years old, or by a race of vampires. Caitlin let the book fall from her lap, her mouth open in shock, and it landed with a thump on the floor. She sat straight up, feeling a jolt. She suddenly felt wide awake, as if she had just lost all sense of time and place. She picked the book up again, her throat dry, and read the words again and again, desperately, like a castaway starving for water.

She was there. Waiting. Her eyes moved over me once. Then she nodded. “Better.” I didn’t respond. I just stood there. Something still felt… off. I looked toward the hallway again. Then back at her. “What are those books?” I asked. Her expression didn’t change much. “What books?” “The ones in the other room.” A pause. Not long. But enough. “That room is not for you,” she said. Her voice didn’t rise. But it wasn’t open either.

The fleeting shadow of the woman in the corner, the insistent, brutal clang that resonated in my skull whenever iron came into view, the cold, dull weight of the stolen spoons hidden beneath my mattress – they were pieces of a nightmare bleeding into my waking hours. Sleep offered no escape. My nights were haunted by vivid, unsettling dreams. I would find myself standing in a vast, echoing library, the air thick with the scent of dust and decay. Towering shelves stretched into shadow, filled with countless ancient tomes. But one book always stood out, its spine a dark, gnarled wood bound with tarnished silver clasps. An inscription, etched in a language I didn’t understand yet felt deep in m

The rest of the busy room always seemed to blur into static whenever he looked at me that way. Dangerous. Very dangerous. Harmony suddenly gasped, her fingers tightening violently around her books. "Oh my God." I shifted my stance away from her. "What now?" She pointed a rigid finger toward the heavy book still sitting on the shelf between us. "The creepy history book." I followed her gesture, my pulse quickening slightly as I read the faded gold lettering on the spine: The Founding Families of Black Hollow. Right. The entire reason I had wandered over to this dusty section in the first place.

she said, her tone still cold. I nodded, but a small sigh slipped out as I followed her downstairs. The house was quiet, almost too quiet. It felt like I was just going through the motions, each step mechanical. When we reached the living room, Hailey handed me a book from the pocket of her apron. It was Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. She placed it in my hands without a word, but I couldn’t help the bitter laugh that bubbled up inside me.

Tension hung thick in the air as they were led on a tail chase. “We received a report from our Matlock county branch. The supernatural killings have increased considerably in the past weeks and the humans are afraid to step out of their home at nights,” Neil’s voice was thick with concern. “The reports reveal it was the work of a vampire, a very strong one at that. There were multiple cuts in the body of his victims and a bite wound. The blood was not only drained from the victims, but this one has a habit of painting the walls with the blood of his victims. I don’t want that leech coming this way to my city and I want him stopped at any cost,” he concluded.

Could they hope to see thirty? By now, over an hour passed, and Wanda could still see signs of excited moths waiting to be birthed as they made a mess of Mary’s corpse on the inside. The dead librarian was looking a lot shrivelled from the amount of blood the vampire moths drank, and Wanda wondered if the police would contact the paranormal detectives to take over the case if they left the body as it were. “We might have to call the cleaners to take care of this body,” Wanda sighed as she bottled the twenty-eighth moth. “I don’t think we can explain the cause of death like the others. It looks too unnatural.”

"Dos said laughing. I thought I was the most weirdo person alive in this world, something even worse! Is there anything worse than me? By the way, my question is not in the answer yet. "There is a ladder" Uno said. As he flick his finger, a light showed up and I saw how the walls move! I can see that this house is a round shape! And there is a pile of books in it! I rolled my eyes and as time went on I realized how big it was! Every book is around and placed on every wall. And there it is .. The ladder! I can see that ladder can be move anywhere. "A-are we in a library?" I asked. "This is inspired by the legendary library." Dos said. Wow! How cool! Also so all the books here are also inspire

I suppose it's probably for the best, I don't want him anywhere near this mess, if it were up to me he would have never been exposed to this whole other world. "Everything is fine." I don't even know why I'm saying that. I have three demons in my house and two of them are trying to kill me. "Go back to my room. Everything is going to be fine...." I don't even get to finish that sentence as Soliaire surprises me by finally driving his hand into my flesh, grasping my heart and ultimately burning me. I didn't see it coming because my eyes were sorely on Sky and that gave Soliaire the perfect diversion.

I looked around the room, but could see nothing out of the ordinary. I decided that the lighting needed to be updated. Not only was it a little on the dim side, but the fixtures were probably leaking an abundance of electro-magnetic signals. This happened with old equipment and was behind many alleged hauntings in a home since they would make the hair stand on your body as well as give you goose bumps. More than that, they were unhealthy. I didn’t know how much time I’d be spending in my little morgue examining bodies, but, however much time it was, I wanted to have my environment healthy and not detrimental to my well-being. I decided to also have a mold check done. Just for good measu