Haunted House Novels & Stories

, William said and I traced his hand. Haunted house. I smiled before turning to look at my side. I suddenly remember something when I looked at William. "You can't watch just one horror movie and you want to go in there?", I asked as I laughed. "Yep", he replied with a smile and I laughed again. William's POV Amelia kept laughing and I frowned. I pulled her hand and walked towards the haunted house. I paid for the two tickets for both of us and we walked in. The room is dark but there is a dim light just at one angle in this room. I can see a hallway just after this room though. I guess we would just have to head toward it.

“Medically speaking, this is called a shingle. However, locals call it ‘The Haunt’.” “Once The Haunt converges, nothing can save you!” Harvey then glanced at Kellan’s chest with a profound look.

If they survived to a ripe old age, they got to retire, and another family member took their place. Now within the hazy, darkened version of the physical realm. Yolanda watched the shadows for anything out of place. There wasn’t a day or night within this realm. It was always a hazy, twilight. She’d always wondered if the Dream Realm influenced the atmosphere of many black and white horror movies. With the barren trees, mists wafting about in the air without out the wind’s benefit. It was gray and dingy. No moon hung in the air here. She suspected the Fae created this place before the moon was in orbit in the physical realm. They’d made it look like the physical realm. But they didn’t quite

Damien told me that we had to wait until Samhain6, or Halloween, to teleport us to Hell, because that’s supposedly when the veil between the living world and the dead is its thinnest, and it would be the easiest day for me to attempt teleporting between realms since it’s my first time.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

In the corner of the room, a candlestick flickers, casting ominous shadows. A sudden gust of wind blows open a door, revealing a long and empty hallway shrouded in darkness. The atmosphere is heavy with fear and dread, and it seems as though the house itself is straight out of a scary movie. “Oh my God, oh my God!" I mutter, clutching Demetrius's hands really tight. As we keep walking through the haunted house, something suddenly pops up from the ceiling, and I literally scream my throat out. “Ahh!!!!" I yell, shutting my eyes tightly. “Ghost! Ghost! Someone help me!!"

I can’t move, can’t scream I’m frozen in terror of the thought of living alone like Ash. That’s when I hear a car pull up. I don’t want to see who it is but I dread I know. It’s Zac; he’s just got home from college to find a house of ash and fire. He comes running over to me, while I’m screaming “Zac go back to the car.” “Get back in the car.” Desperately I scream “Go Zac, leave, now.” I yell but it’s useless, he obviously can’t hear the frantic desperation in my voice. I start to run towards him but I’m too late, the monster gets their three steps before I do. It lifts him off the ground

You couldn't tell whether it was day or night. The forest was so thick that barely any light made it through. Deep, distant roars echoed through the trees, and there was no way to tell what kind of danger was hiding in the dark. The ragdoll leapt straight into my arms. "This is so scary. I wanna go home!" I tried to comfort it. "Don't be scared, Bunny. We're the monsters here. The players should be scared of us." Honestly, my heart was pounding, too. Deep down, I was praying I wouldn't run into Victor.

~Liora~ The entrance to the haunted house looked like something straight out of someones very vivid nightmare. Twisted iron gates, fake cobwebs thick enough to look real, and a low groan of sound effects bleeding through the walls that made the hair on the back of my neck stand at attention before we even stepped inside. I stopped walking just before we could cross the threshold. "Everett." "Yeah." "I want to go home." He turned to look at me, amusement written all over his face. "You said you liked horror."

He revealed and my mouth dropped open, my stomach swooping with heat, and I remained frozen, watching as he turned to leave this time without looking back. I was up in my room, dying from curiosity, while the sound of music was booming around the house. Dax said he was having a gathering, not a lit party. I’ve been cooped in here for the past two hours, bored as hell and resisting the pressing urge to go downstairs because Dax forbade me from doing that. I tried watching a movie, I tried reading a book and I also tried to get some sleep, but none of that was able to take my mind off what might be going down downstairs right now.