Haunted House Novels Novels & Stories

Yardley Novellas: A Season in Hell by Kenneth W. Cain Quiet Places: A Novella of Cosmic Folk Horror by Jasper Bark The Final Reconciliation by Todd Keisling Run to Ground by Jasper Bark Devourer of Souls by Kevin Lucia Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love by Mercedes M. Yardley Wind Chill by Patrick Rutigliano Little Dead Red by Mercedes M. Yardley Sleeper(s) by Paul Kane Stuck On You by Jasper Bark Anthologies:

"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

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

EMILY I sat still on the couch, hugging myself as if that could chase away the feeling of fear that wouldn’t stop crawling over my skin. The dark had a way of making your thoughts louder, your heart beating faster, and your mind believing anything was possible. The entire house was dead silent, apart from the faint ticking of the wall clock. And then, snap. The power cut off completely. I jumped to my feet. “Kent?” He was already up, phone in one hand, his other hand reaching for the drawer where he kept a flashlight. “It’s the whole street,” he said, peeking out the window. “It’s not just here.”

I stayed silent. "The apartment where she had that accident was a company unit assigned to her," Stan said. "It's been empty ever since the accident. Later, the company wanted to take the place back, but the staff they sent over all got badly spooked. Over time, rumors that the place was haunted started to spread." He looked at me, his gaze sharpening. "But that changed when you showed up. When I first saw your rental address, I was shocked. I honestly thought you'd be running out of there in tears within three days. But you didn't.

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.

I was glad I won’t stand out too much. We arrive at Xander’s house after a few minutes. His house was more of a dark side kind of house. It was gothic and gave you the creeps. Old cold men stood as statues lining up the way to the front door. Music thumped inside the house. It felt like a high school monster party. Okay maybe I watch too much Ant farm and paranormal movies. This would be a good beginning for a horror story where Zombies come attacking. No, zombies don’t have brains to plot this. Better yet, Vampires.

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

“Well, my research told me about supernatural creatures that inhabited Weston Hills fifteen to thirty years ago.” “What are these creatures?” Chloe asked. “Witches and a whole lot of things.” “And you think they are responsible for the disappearance of Hagen.” Claus said trying to understand her point. “I don't know but I think so.” “Perhaps, Mr. Hagen wanted to leave Weston Hills quietly.” Hayley added. “Or maybe he was killed by a vampire.” Claus mocked. “I don't think so because you said that these creatures existed fifteen to thirty years ago.” A deep male voice came from behind the classroom. They all turned and their gaze met Marcus who was scribbling some notes on his book. He didn't

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.”