Haunted Novels & Stories

"I have been going through one of my worst phases of my life ,I know I've been continously under the blue eyes of him, like a shadow he is after me always. Despite I've people that sound secure to me, but nothing could save me from imagining my fears ,that had became a undeatchable part of my life. Although, the Cops are patrolling and protecting us around my house for 24 hours , but still I hadn't forgotten that how he entangled my thoughts , causing my body to shudder under his minty breathe. He had venom in his voice that could devour me ruthlessly, leaving me nothing but a girl that is haunted by only recollecting his dreadful actions. His words had see

She kept laughing and walked back to the line. "That was not funny," Willow said to her and kept moving. "Give yourself a break Willow, you are just too pessimistic. It ain't cool" They continued walking until they got to open space. There was not a single soul there as the place looked deserted. "I do not know about you guys! But I think this place is creepy! What kind of a Halloween show would make us suffer this much?!" Hazel was frustrated. "Or, is this another puzzle we have to solve?" Willow inquired as she started looking at her ticket.

Not being able to take my eyes off of it, I watch as it slowly sinks into the paper. I look around the room and a thought pops into my head. Speaking out loud, I ask, “Billy, are you there? If you are, please let me know somehow.” I have heard that on Halloween the veil between the worlds is thinnest. Maybe he is trying to contact me and let me know that he is watching over me.

It was late at night, the moon was high in the sky, the wind was blowing harshly lifting particles of dust and leaves raising it up. Abigail found herself in a strange forest. She was lost. The sky was clear and the moon shone with a vibrant color is red. It was the blood moon. Her eyes were blinded after a few minutes of noticing her surrounding. And then, she thrashed around for a while due to her lost of sight. What would she do? Where was she? She tried to remember where she was before getting to this damned forest but that didn't happen. She could not remember anything. She did not remember her mother or any one related to her. It was as though her memories Was erased from her mind. She

A grey pick up truck halted metres away from a 10 foot tall rotten old gate. It had cobwebs and all kind of nasty stuff on it as it guarded a one storey tall house behind it. The house was a perfect example of a haunted house. It had cobwebs literally everywhere. The windows that were shut close. The roof. Everywhere! Five teenagers were seated inside the truck - three guys and two girls - who were there for one thing. Adventure. "Okay, guys. We're here." Mark, the guy in the driver seat turned and spoke to the rest sitting in the back seat.

The blood slowly ran down Daniels back and the whip continued to open fresh wounds on his back. The pain was relentless, and excruciating. “Is that all you got?” Daniel screamed at no one in particular, his voice slightly wavering. He was determined not to give whoever was on the other side of the whip the satisfaction of seeing him show weakness. The only response he received was the most unsettling laugh he has ever heard. He looked around and saw nothing but black, charred dirt. It was quiet , which was unusual in Hell. Someone was always screaming. Suddenly the outer circle of the pit he was chained in caught fire. Daniel watched as the fire crawled its way closer to him. He could feel t

Now I'm wishing I did. I walk slowly over to the door, pulling out my stun gun as I do, and push the door open. It slams against the back wall and I listen out for any noises that shouldn't be there. I can hear the television on but can't see anything. I walk a little closer into the apartment and freeze when I see a dark figure, one I'm way too familiar with, on my couch. "Close the door Annabelle." Father says while still staring at the flat screen on the wall.

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.

Roe watched his men struggle and turned to Brian. “How did you hold that beam up by yourself?” he asked Brian with admiration. “I guess I had some help,” Brian replied quickly. “Help?” “Yeah, the supernatural kind,” Brian said simply. “You mean to tell me this place is haunted?” Roe asked confused. “Very much so.” Brian nodded. “Then why haven’t we seen or heard anything?”

She ogled at me angrily as tears threatened to dropped down her soft cheek. "Lov–" She hanged up her hand towards me and rushed back to her room. ~~~~ How are you viewing "nightmares" How is this going to end? 😶😶😶😶 ©Lharry's pen