Haunted Novels & Stories

It felt like I was being haunted by the ghosts of my past, and I could hear their accusing whispers echoing in my ears. I stood up from the bed, unable to relax, Each face, each life lost, flashed before my eyes like a haunting slideshow. The pain and suffering I caused weigh heavily on my heart, and I can't escape the haunting images that replay in my mind. It's as if the weight of the world rests upon my shoulders. Regret gnaws at my conscience, tearing through my defenses like a relentless predator. I question my humanity, wondering how I could have been capable of such ruthless acts.

Book 1 The Shadow of the Haunter In the darkness of the night Waiting for the light to come When the demons in your mind Remind you of the damage done. Always talking, so much to say Like a haunting ghost from the grave And Heaven seems so far away. —Daughtry, Changes Are Coming * * Sometimes, things have a funny way to happen before you can even realize what on earth is going on. Hi, I’m exhibit A.

Soon he'd have his revenge, a revenge that went so far back to justify it all. It was at the back door to Hampton that the oppressive silence finally came to a breaking point. Rustling in the trees, a faint whisper came to Hadzen's ears. His sharp eyes snapped out into the shadows, coiled like a spring. "Stay behind me," he said, low and commanding, standing there motionless. Hannah leapt to her feet, her heart racing as she frantically scans the clearing. The rustling grew louder and louder, and she paused for breath. Shapes started emerging out of the darkness—low, hulking forms with glowing eyes that sent a jolt of fear through her.

And the memory of that scream, that growl, and the eyes of the monster… would haunt every survivor for the rest of their lives. The first strike had been made. The shadow had returned to the world. Aura had tasted blood, and nothing would ever be the same again. Even in his human form, he was terrifying, charming, and haunting—the embodiment of every legend whispered for centuries. And now, the hunt had begun. The night of celebration had become the night of massacre. Richmond would never forget. —

The real nightmare would begin when the greater haunts came. I could not waste a second, so I floored it downtown. The streets were a horror show of limbs and shattered skulls. Bloated haunts, stuffed from their feasts, snored as they floated in the air. When my car suddenly died, I stepped out and, with a wave of my hand, summoned the nearest haunt, slapping a cool million in gold coins into its palm. "Get me downtown, pronto." The haunt, grinning ear to ear, nearly lost its head, literally. It slapped its head back on and, turning into a dark mist, whisked me away to the city's heart.

Whoever did it had been merciless. People began whispering that the dungeon boss was sending a warning. I kept my head down. Victor had told me to sleep in his room the night before, but he never came back all night. I didn't tell anyone. After all, someone had just been killed, and everyone was on edge. One veteran even pulled out a rare item called the Specter Scanner, which could detect monsters. My heart nearly stopped. I might look human, but underneath, I was still a monster.

His hand in my hair suddenly wrapped around the roots and tugged, making me let out a wercked, breathless cry as my head was wrenched backwards against the door behind me. “You little liar.” He husked right into my ear and a whimper left my throat. I was trembling, feeling overheated and light headed from all that was happening to me right now. The battle between myself to hold myself back or grind down on his palm felt like a losing battle within me and I quickly tightened my hold on the little resolve I had left, just as Dax continued to speak.

"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.

I only hope I don't have to be murdered in order for that to happen. Arlo drives me home and the moon follows us. I hate Halloween, what used to be costumes and fun. Is now fear, panic, and an asshole laughing in a Haunted House. Nothing is scarier than this Halloween. As Arlo squeezes my hand, I know I can face the demons and ghosts of tonight with him by my side. To make sure its not in my head, I squeeze his hand and he squeezes mine a little tighter bringing a little bit of happiness back with it.

Jia sighed, "That's right. I can see some things that other people don't." I expected it. But I am still surprised. "...Can you see ghosts and spirits?" "You can say that." I clenched my fist. "...Then can you see if I am haunted?" Jia was surprised. "...Haunted?" "I have always felt it. It is always in my dreams, at the bottom of my heart, in the depth of my consciousness. I am haunted. But the problem is I don't know what is haunting me."