Haunted Houses Zion Novels & Stories

While it wasn't a terrible idea, I was afraid. "You guys go ahead; I must get back to my mom." Zion grabbed my hand. "You'll get caught; we must remain together." I reluctantly followed them to the alpha's huge mansion, a stunning structure of glass and chandeliers. A wolf-headed fountain beautified the circular driveway, leaving me in awe. We continued to sneak through the darkness and watch the elegantly dressed partygoers, who raised their wine glasses in toasts. "Fucking bastards. They don't even have a care for this world," Zion murmured under his breath.

Great. “I think they forgot to add the sign that says definitely not cursed or haunted,” Vivienne muttered as she eyed the row of identical, dilapidated homes with their eyeless windows where nothing aside from the darkness watched her right back. “Uh-uh. No way. I’ve seen movies. I’ve watched The Blair Witch Project and Children of the Corn. This is every super haunted town in a Hollywood production. Nope.”

She gave the man a sharp once-over, then said evenly, "Other than this house, everything around here belongs to me. Don't step foot into my territory. If you do, I'll kill you." She turned on her heel, ready to head for the last villa at the far end. But the man suddenly called after her. "Don't go in there! There are man-eating zombies inside!" Hayley stopped mid-step and glanced back. "How do you know?" "I saw them." His voice was firm. "Villa Ten had a party the other night. A bunch of kids stayed up all night drinking and messing around. Around dawn, we heard screams. A lot of them ran out bleeding, but none of them made it far. They were all dragged down and torn apart."

Houses are meant to provide us with shelter and safety, but they can also be the site for different kinds of hauntings and other phenomena. And this is especially true if the residence that you call home has a dark past. I still hope you enjoy these stories, dear reader... Ready? ++++++++ Haunted House Story #1: When Kids Cry I want to share my cousin’s and her children’s story. This happened at my grandmother’s house, which was just next to ours. It occurred around Palm Sunday.

“Well, she wants to have it at the end of August, on a night that happens to have a blood moon. I’ve already talked to Christian about it and done some research myself. As far as I can tell, there’s no reason to think that should be of any particular concern. Christian is going to double-check the archives that there’s no mention of any sort of portal associated with a blood moon. But I want to be extra-cautious, especially since you said Hines mentioned something about waiting until late summer to try another plan to eliminate the Guardians.” “Right. So you want me to check Mika’s head and make sure she’s not affiliated with Hines or Holland?” I guessed. “Exactly, and that she knows nothing

It wouldn’t always be an illusion of what she secretly wanted to see here, currently, she was happy, so she was seeing things that made her happy, but should someone cross her or she gets upset, she will see Hell for what it really is. “Home, sweet home,” I said as we approached my Victorian-era style home. Abby’s face was somewhat surprised, “It’s…beautiful…” She said and I chuckled at her. “Come on, I want to show you inside.” * * Damien had his hand on my lower back as we walked up to the all-black house. I dreaded what I would find once inside his home. More of the Hell that Damien knew and loved with shackles and more burning ember to walk on. I took one last look at the sky above me an

Whoever she is , she's going to use her to get Damon. She smirked again finally relieved. She had finally seen Damon weak point she wasn't going to let it slipped pass her. She was going to haunt him, eliminate all his loved ones same way he did her. She recall pleading with him not to kill her brother, zede. He was her only sibling but Damon had refused. She had watched him shot Zede right in her presence. Her pleas were in vain. It took everything in her not to scream nor cry either as she didn't want Damon to suspect she and Zede were related.

However, if Cia said so, then everything would be fine. Zeno kept driving his car, he took Cia to a mansion in the human city. Zeno had bought a housing complex called the Snow Goddesses. This housing consists of 30 ordinary houses of a simple type, but large enough for a small family. If usually each housing is limited by a fence, so here it is not. Zeno wants to make this residence like the area it used to be, only more modern with a vintage style. Meanwhile, Zeno's own is the most extensive. Zeno's house has two levels with the upper part made of the best wood and the roof made of thatch leaves.

"The game difficulty has been upgraded. Only high-level ghosts may remain in Happy Home. Mid-level ghosts must evacuate the residential complex immediately." The fatal mechanical voice echoed throughout the entire building. "What?!" Nicole couldn't help but scream. Granny Rosa was the only high-level ghost they could currently access. Without her as a messenger, they would all die here without question. My father and brother's expressions flickered with panic as they paced back and forth, unable to find a way out.

“We can stay one more night. We’ll go to this thing with you tonight and leave tomorrow morning.” “Really?” Evan chirped, blood-shot eyes looking between them incredulously. “It’s gonna be so fun, man,” he grinned at Jon, taking in a forkful of eggs. “Zoe is such a wuss. Last time I took her to a haunted house with my friends, she cried halfway through and the zombie had to walk her out the staff exit.”