Haunted House Stories Ideas Novels & Stories

Jon only gave me a brief side glance, almost looking askance at me, but said nothing and continued to drive deeper into the woods. The cabin was now beyond a humble abode, to me the brown wooden structure tarnished with white and black from failed attempts to revive its derelict appearance with paint, resembled those haunted cabins in the woods in horror movies and those cabins were infamous for many things- none of which are pleasant. I felt like I was walking into some deformed serial killer's lair or into a domain for creatures of the night and supernatural entities; ghosts, vampires and wicked witches with an appetite for human flesh.

He did invite me out at night to a graveyard after all… I pressed myself close to his side as we slowly walked along the dark path in the haunted house. Looking around, I could tell that the decorations were made to portray a vampire theme. There were fake blood, coffins, skeletons and other haunting items scattered all around. Now and then, there would be a shrilled high-pitch scream in the distant and the howling of wolves. While Hayden seemed to enjoy looking around, I spent the time to mentally prepare myself for when the ghost would come out and scare us.

That makes Owen a nice chunk of change on the side. Walking towards his work shop out behind the motel, he passes the newest guests that checked in last night. Three teenage boys and two girls. They are making a documentary of locations across the country that had been the scene of a grizzly crime. They were telling him that they had already filmed nearly one hundred places, the most famous being the Lizzie Borden house, the Amityville Horror House, Ed Gein's house, Jeffery Dahmer's house, and the Vallisca Ax Murder House. They told him they were on there way to California to see the Manson Mansion. Owen feigned interest before politely slipping away before they could ask him to 'say a few w

Meagan said sarcastically, her arms crossed 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,” he continued. “Oh, crap,” Meagan said, returning to her former disposition. “You hunt Vampire’s for a living, Meag,” Aurora reminded her. “How can you possibly be scared of ghosts?” “That’s different. I’m not a Ghost Hunter!” “No, but if you were you’d have a heck of a show on A&E,” Elliott chimed in.

I replied to her. "Don't tell me you two believe in ghosts stories." She asked before eating her salad. "Of course we do." We said in unison. "I also heard, that the house where you're living is haunted by three little kids. I'm surprised you haven't seen them. Then again, they can only be seen on Halloween night." I told her while getting closer to her and then I said, "boo." Which caused her to get up and run from the cafeteria. We all laughed hysterically. That was awesome.

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.”

"I came back two days ago, and in the last two days I visited central jail to investigate more about Zara. It turns out they never searched this township because it’s known for old legends and ghost stories. There are rumors that this place is haunted by the spirit of that little girl and that many cops saw shadows floating in the air. An officer once claimed to have seen the ghost of a little girl which is total bull shit I believe. The main point is... The officers never went anywhere near this township again. But as you can see in these photos, it's a very good hide-out spot for a psycho like Zara. I have faith she might be hiding here." Hunter and Cole looked at each photo closely. There

I don't even have his number! "Hello? Who's there?" I whispered. It was like a horror movie. The girl in the forest screaming and running for her dear life. Maybe it is Jordan. He is a douchebag but can he pull such a stunt just to scare me? One thing I learned from the horror movies I watch is never to scream and run so I backed away and tried to be in the shade because the moon was up and bright. I don't want to be spotted or watched by who may or may not be my predator.

I chipped in with details to make the story as airtight as possible, hoping to make it seem as real as we could. But despite all our efforts, Helena and Howard's expressions showed growing doubt, as if they were trying to understand what we were saying without thinking we were crazy. That is, until I pulled out my phone, turned on the flashlight, and waved my finger in the air. They both froze, horrified, when they saw there was no shadow cast by my hand. "I actually asked you to come here because I wanted to ask Howard something. The version of me that you interact with—has anything seemed off about her?"

Everyone but me. Honestly, I was the only one who wasn’t thrilled. Out of all the things we could do—swimming, chilling by the bonfire, playing games—I dreaded the idea of roaming around some haunted house, chasing ghosts. What if one of those white ladies or restless spirits decided to follow us home? Just thinking about it made my stomach twist into knots. Lunch that day lasted longer than usual. Everyone kept chatting about the haunted house, comparing stories, and daring each other to be brave. Eventually, the topic shifted — as it always did — to Travis.