Haunted Novels & Stories

"Brother Jinchen, I can’t drink cold ones. Can I have the one you’re holding?" I felt my irritation rising, but I said nothing as they walked into the haunted house together. James would follow Susan, I was sure of it, but I refused to let it ruin my mood. The haunted house was themed like a hospital, and the first room was a morgue. The smell of disinfectant hit me immediately, and the blue lighting made everything look cold and eerie. Blood stains dotted the walls, and the NPCs who could pop up at any time made the whole experience feel intense. I couldn’t help but feel scared. Maybe I shouldn’t have come in just to avoid Susa

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. —

EMILY I sat still on the couch, hugging myself as if that could chase away the feeling of fear that wouldn’t stop crawling over my skin. The dark had a way of making your thoughts louder, your heart beating faster, and your mind believing anything was possible. The entire house was dead silent, apart from the faint ticking of the wall clock. And then, snap. The power cut off completely. I jumped to my feet. “Kent?” He was already up, phone in one hand, his other hand reaching for the drawer where he kept a flashlight. “It’s the whole street,” he said, peeking out the window. “It’s not just here.”

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.

"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 know it’ll happen, I’m prepared for it, and yet when Collins suddenly appears out of practically nowhere, I feel like I’m drowning in a river of nerves “Mars, follow me.” Bastian gives me an encouraging smile as I stand, one I can’t even bring myself to return, but the moment I stand, I feel the heavy weight of eyes on me, their presence blanketing me. I’m suddenly afraid, the hairs on my arms are standing, the presence is haunting, and I’m afraid, so afraid. Sometimes, people and things can be scary; sometimes, people and things can haunt you, Who is haunting me? Who is watching me from the shadows?

“Apart from the whole ‘no rejection thing’, it is also a period of time that the dead are closer to the living. The line between life and death is blurred and it continues to blur the longer the Omen Moon continues. And it involves good and bad spirits. And soon their apparitions become more evident if they chose to make themselves seen. Even sometimes, against their will.” “That explains what I saw in the living room,” I said absent mindedly. Hazel turned to me confused and I gave her a stern look. “Hazel, I don’t think what I saw in the living room earlier was a rat. I saw feet and a tall figure. I’m not sure if it was human though. If anything, it is likely to be one of those shadows.” I

I said in a high-pitched voice “I'm.. the new secretary” Why am I stuttering “The new secretary in my bedroom,” he said in disgust “Sorry I was trying to find your study room,I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” “Get out. GET OUT!” His voice sent chills down my spine as I ran out of the room. I could still hear him cursing out as I ran down the hallway, I knew I was screwed