Haunted House Scooby-doo Novels & Stories

Too fucking bizarre to even contemplate, to even have been real. Still, it was funny, how the thin giant’s head didn’t seem nearly as large and monstrous tonight as it had when they were younger. There were other Halloween decorations on display along Brazier Drive, amid these sleeping Houses of the Holy. Richard noticed some window-cling mummies, and a bedsheet ghost in the trees. An autumn-harvest scarecrow with a pair of dullish orange pumpkins (whose fleshy insides must be turning to stringy, seeded mush with the warm September days) sat on the porch stoop next door.

Gulp! Molly swallowed. Though they promised to protect her, Molly would already be scared just by thinking of the possible decorations in the haunted house, even when she knew it was fake. But still, she was really afraid and unable to overcome her fear. Molly's job as a doctor required her to deal with deaths. She had even stood in front of a body. Nonetheless, she felt that none of those experiences were close to those things in a haunted house. The haunted house had no lights and was pitch black to create a chilling environment. Then, something will pop out from the dark all of a sudden. The thought of it alone was enough to give Molly goosebumps.

I replied, my eyes still on the map. “What about the haunted house?” Hayden suggested enthusiastically. “I just told you that I’m not into scary rides!” I exclaimed. “The haunted house isn’t a ride…” Hayden corrected. “But…it’s scary…” I replied. “Let’s go!” Hayden shouted happily, pulling me along with him. “Hayden! Wait!” I cried out loudly, but it was already too late. …

"Well, at least I'm pretty." "Yes, yes, you are." Jessie smiled at her. They entered the first part of the haunted house, where a large shape shifter jumped out at them. Then shifted to a half spider, half horse. After that, someone with a bloody chainsaw and a head in hand came running towards them. "I don't see how you are not scared." Kimmy clung to Jessie. "After all that I have been through, this is like child's play." Kimmy screamed as the lights went off and something grabbed her.

Just hearing it made the trees outside the window blur like home was hiding behind them. “Give me the rundown again,” William said, eyes still on the road. Alexandra reached for the wrinkled sheet of paper on the dash. “So, about a month ago, this group of teenagers decided to go poking around this supposedly haunted house on the edge of town—” William cut her off. “Haunted by what?” “Allegedly,” she said, “by a spirit who hates women. Legend says it targets girls—hangs them in the rafters.” “Oh,” I said dryly. “Awesome.”

He wanted to run, but what awaited him was an even more terrifying world. She quickly stood up, furrowing her brow as she asked about the situation ahead, "How far does this path go?" "It's quite far, and it takes at least half an hour to finish walking. Our haunted house is designed quite complexly; you could say it's a combination of a haunted house and an escape room. You need to solve puzzles or find switchs to move to the next scene. There are over a dozen scenes in the haunted house! The fastest completion record is half an hour; most people take an hour to get out."

"Wow, getting pretty detailed there. Ghosts are entities, they can't even grab a knife." Callie shut him up by putting a bowl of Doritos on his lap and pressing play on the remote. They both quickly fell into a serious quiet time as they watched the movie and a couple of times, she scolded him for picking out the movie. They screamed simultaneously when the ghost managed to come out of nowhere and scare the crap out of them. Then Sloan yelped and Callie grasped his elbow in a deadly grip when the doorbell rang. "What is going on? I can hear both of you screaming from the outside?" Hendry's eyes darted behind them as they both opened the door for him. He gave Sloan a once over before moving t

Savannah. "Scarlett, what are you doing? What did you do?" She asked, horrified as her eyes darted between me and the room, the realisation dawning on her. Grabbing me by my upper arms, she shook me violently. "What did you do, Scarlett? What madness is this? You've gone too far, Scarlett, too far." She cried out. Breaking out of her hold, I snapped, "I've gone too far? Really, Miss Hawton? I just got thrown across the room like a ragdoll by some freaking invisible force, and you're telling me that I've gone too far? You've got to be kidding me. Tell me the truth; I want to know what the hell is going on in this place. Is this a haunted house or something? Are you all in some kind of freak c

"Where is she?" I shrugged. It was obvious to anyone that I was the only one with my computer screen still turned on and illuminating my face. His question suddenly sounded a little dumb. The next day, when Lacey appeared at the company, she was immediately stopped by Xavier at the door, who had waited up for her all night. He sniffed around Lacey like a bloodhound. Then, his expression turned dark almost at once. "You weren't at the company last night. And this smell didn't come from our home. Where have you been, and what did you do last night?"

For the first time in weeks, her worries felt far away. And then came the scares. They entered the haunted house as a group, swallowed by fog, flashing lights, and grotesque monsters popping out of the dark. Zoe screamed at every corner, practically hanging off Melinda, who threatened to hex the next actor who touched her. Chloe shrieked when a clown lunged from behind a curtain, then broke into nervous laughter, clutching Diana’s arm. Diana strutted through unbothered, blowing kisses at the “undead,” and announcing, “Scary is cute on me.”