Haunted House Novels Novels & Stories

"Let's just have dinner at the bistro with Enzo and Janice. That sounds better than throwing a huge party, you know. That's the first day of Christmas break, so we've cleared our schedule for that." "If that's what you want, that's what we'll do, then." I smiled and continued walking, forgetting the little argument. I watched how the wild waves tried to reach my shoes and how it always end up failing. Later, I caught a glimpse of the tall mansion in front. The huge house has a nice architecture. But due to the length of time and lack of aruga, your house looked haunted. But if you look closely, you will know that it was beautiful then.

I apologize. But for those who like it, don't forget to check my other book. I also have a new ongoing one (PULSE: A CONTRACT WITH DAMIEN.) A seven in one book. Let's give you a sneak peek shall we? Vampires -Death. Fae's - Darkness. Demons - Agony. Werewolves - Curse. Humans - Fear. Witches/ Warlocks/ and Beasts - Dark magic. DOOM(HELL) - ALL. ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS.

“Yeah…maybe lay off, Louise. You know Sarah. Fickle moods, and she’s even more fickle about what she talks about. And he’s not her type anyway. She’s into that guy who works in the shoe shop.” Louise, as it seemed, was her name, shrugged. “Dunno why. Having an interesting family would be awesome. But,” she looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes alight with an unpleasant gleam. “Having a haunted house would be even better. Best watch out; not many people last there. The owners before you were lucky; they jumped before they were pushed, so to speak.” “Haunted? Right.” I folded my arms. “Look, I might be unsure about things, but that’s one step too far.”

The haunted house had taken root in Greystone Manor, an aging mansion on the outskirts of Velmora’s East District, complete with towers, gables, and enough architectural drama to look really creepy even in broad daylight. “Last chance to back out,” Rohan said as they approached the entrance. “Are you kidding? I have been looking forward to seeing the unflappable Rohan Marquez jump at fake monsters.” “Who says I’m going to jump?” “Everyone jumps in haunted houses. It’s scientifically impossible not to.”

It was unexpected that a simple game like chasing could be this fun. Fritz, who was familiar with the laughter, immediately approached. He was a little astonished when he entered the haunted house. This haunted house had absolutely no particular partition used for ghosts. This haunted house was like an ordinary house. The furniture is still complete, and there are still many items, such as glasses. The only difference is that the walls are burnt, and some have collapsed in some parts, overgrown by wild plants. Because this haunted house was burnt initially, it has no perfect roof. But Fritz didn't care about that. His mission was only one: to shoot Edgar dead. Fritz hid behind the wall. He c

It was a journal - but whose? "Open it," The Shadow urged. "You'll find all the answers you seek within its pages." Celess hesitated for a moment before flipping open the book. What she saw inside made her blood run cold. It was her father's journal. Celess's heart raced as she flipped through the pages of her father's journal. Memories flooded back to her as she read about her father's struggles with being a vampire, his innermost thoughts and feelings about their kind and their place in the world.

His first novel Brotherhood of the Dragon contained another Amun adventure, while 2020 sees the release of his WW1 trench murder mystery, Golgotha. Brandon Ebinger: Brandon Ebinger is a horror/dark fantasy author who lives in upstate New York with his fiancé and two cats. He holds a BA in creative writing. He enjoys horror films,Gothic rock and punk music and video games. He is a huge fan of haunted attractions, and spends October as a haunt actor. Brandon has written four horror/dark fantasy novels, Ash, Hollow Hills, The Afflicted and Rose. He has also published a handful of short stories within the genre. He has recently finished his most recent novel Broken Night and is at work on a new

She folded her arms against her chest. “It’s only dressed as a haunted house at Halloween,” Christian clarified. “Oh, good,” Meagan sighed. “But it’s one of the most haunted places in the world,” Christian continued, a devious twinkle in his eyes that made me shiver a little bit, and I wasn’t even there. “Oh, crap,” Meagan said, returning to her former disposition. “You hunt Vampires for a living, Meag,” Aurora reminded her. “How can you possibly be scared of ghosts?”

Now let's talk about my other books. Nightmare Land is not changing, but I am re-editing the first 18 chapters, which I will try to finish as soon as I can. Again, I will try to get the re-edits out with a new chapter, so just bear with me. Not only that, but I'm trying to add on a new book called Dark Tales of the Alive Undead. I have received no response about that either, but I'm waiting for an entire week to see if my editor will respond. I know they say to wait a whole month for new books, but this is also about my other books.

He didn't mind. The second he walked out the door, I started packing to move us out. But then—disaster. While we were coming up from the basement, Jonah Clem, my youngest, darted out into the blind spot of the driveway. A car hit him, and there was blood everywhere. I couldn't breathe. By some miracle, the driver was a doctor. He checked Jonah quickly and told me, "He's lost too much blood. We need a donor now. I work at the hospital down the street, but the blood bank's low. Call your family and friends—anyone who can donate."