Haunted House Novels & Stories

~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.

Grabbing her hand he pulled her along. “What is it?” Melissa asked. A smirk on his face Blake replied “It’s a haunted house.” Melissa laughed “Oh great, I love these. Where’s the car?” As they got to the front. “Yeah there isn’t one. This isn’t your average haunted house. The people who take part are real actors. They chase you too.” Melissa’s face dropped. “Yeah a great haunted house” trying to hide fear and sarcasm. “Please don’t let go of your partners hand.” The ride operator said. Blake linked his fingers with Melissa’s and they pushed open the big horror doors.

“This is not what I signed up for this morning.” Her husband put a hand on her shoulder, smiling in a way that Tina was sure he thought was reassuring. “Where's your sense of adventure, Martha?” Martha sighed. “Well, as long as they will not try to scare us...” “I'll protect you.” The man assured, drawing a snicker from both college-boy and glasses girl. “This had better not be one of those haunted house things.” The woman said. “I hate haunted houses.” 4 Earlier that Morning The voice on the other end of the phone was utterly devoid of emotion. Tina thought it was supposed to be professional, but it had all the warmth of a robo

Suddenly, he heard his door creak open in the dead of night, followed by the soft click of it closing. His attention immediately snapped to the doorway, and what he saw left him nearly horrified. In the dim room, a figure stood near the door, appearing ghostly in the darkness. It felt like he had an unwelcome spirit in his midst, and he watched in silence as it slowly made its way to his bed and sprawled across it. Shawn was taken aback. His brows furrowed as he wondered when his house had become haunted. Moreover, why did the supposed ghost choose his room, his bed, of all places?

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.

He stops as they both stumbled upon a house, Now the house wasn’t like any other house, It seemed like it was built years ago, You could see the railings of the house falling apart, He shared a look with Aurora and looked back at the house which they just stumbled upon. The house had a huge sign on it that read 'HOUSE 5B2C ' They were at the supposed house, Looking at the house again, you could tell it was a deserted house, The railings were falling apart however the front door was still in place, This was the haunted house.

He kept walking, and Blaine stayed close behind him. What exactly does he mean by that? Is there anyone else in this room besides us? But Jake said that he lives alone here before i came ! He isn't talking about supernatural beings, right? Is this place being hunted? Is it because the house, despite its size, is being hunted that no one else lives here besides him? Blaine moves closer to Almothean with that thought in mind. If there is one thing that frightens him, it is not criminals or murderers, but the ghost! After all, you can defend yourself in the living, but a gun would simply pass through a ghost.

Moments later, they were ushered inside, the eerie ambiance of the haunted house closing in around them. “Hubby, are you scared?” she teased, grinning. “No,” he muttered confidently, though his pale complexion suggested otherwise. He could endure the stench of rotting corpses, the grotesque sight of mutilated bodies, and even command chaos and destruction with a mere flick of his wrist, but haunted houses? Those were battles he simply couldn’t win. Eva’s suspicions were confirmed, and she stood there momentarily stunned. Her surprise quickly morphed into disbelief and a hint of amusement. It seemed that this seemingly flawless m

A massive building suddenly appeared in front of Valeria, making her stop in her tracks. The walls were painted black with red splatters that looked like dripping blood. Valeria winced at the sight, instantly reminded of the image of the deer she had seen earlier. Twisted neon lights formed the words Haunted House, hanging above the entrance, with a mechanical clown face beside it that opened and closed its mouth on repeat. The clown alone was creepy enough to make Valeria’s skin crawl. No wonder the kids were scared yesterday.