Haunted Novels & Stories

I remember when I was in the sorcerer's house in the night almost get carried away by the ghost in the night of Tortuga, I remember when I and my friends where having a nice and enjoyable Halloween Night party with our costumes before the arrival of the Black cults. I remember my parents and started crying...I started weeping but... couldn't weep out as there is no one to be of my aid here instead I would even get into more danger my giving a sound to show that am downstairs to anyone close to where is am. I feel lost, tired, weak as I haven't eaten for three days and the last thing I ate was a fruit, Apple I guess. As I was down depressed, weeping and thinking about my life, I hear a sound

“Now it’s time you remember why the world fears what you are.” — Outside, Jimmy was nervously pacing while Cassie poked at frost crawling along the porch. The sky was no longer dawn-pale. It was bleeding light—veins of silver and black twisting overhead like storm cracks in heaven. And in the middle of it all… A sound like a key turning. Candy stood, eyes wide. “You hear that?” “The third seal,” Haunter said grimly, already reaching for his blade. “It’s close.” No one noticed me step back onto the porch.

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.

he murmurs, “I’ll have to clean up your mess myself.” The wind dies abruptly. The trees go still. Raven stands trembling, staring at the woods as if something inside them is staring back. Emily grips her arm. “Raven, we need to move. Now.” But Raven can’t move. Because deep in the shadows, between the trunks.... a figure steps forward. Hooded. Silent. Watching her. The same figure from her dream. Her breath catches. The figure slowly raises a hand, its finger extending to point directly at her. It remains utterly still and silent, standing among the trees with its unyielding gaze fixed in her direction. Then, carried softly on the wind, comes a single word, her name, “Raven.” The world begin

Date = 21 January A really really long fucking day. Place = San Francisco (Haunted house) POV - Damion They brought me here. To the haunted house. To Mel. Brick gives me the smallest wink before slamming the van door shut — a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it flash of alliance. Then the van pulls away. And I’m standing between the two new escorts I’ve been handed over to. They look like someone tried to clone Homer Simpson but ran out of intelligence halfway through. Same doughy faces. Same vacant eyes. Just with more tattoos and worse hygiene.

“Ever since she came, the estate is haunted! This is her bond’s curse—” “Silence.” Lucien’s voice dropped like an executioner’s axe. The word vibrated through the bones of the hall. But the damage was done. Suspicion hung heavier than smoke. The Shadow tilted its head, faceless and yet somehow focused on Zaria. The tether between her and Lucien flared white-hot. Her breath caught, but she forced her spine straight. “This hall has hidden too many sins,” the entity whispered. “One death was buried. One soul is still owed.”

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.”

This was much better than sleeping alone, so she had to endure it. Hailey was the one most afraid of ghosts. What’s worse is that she was also afraid of the dark. Fear would split her mind in two. One side would insist that everything was fake, and that ghosts didn’t exist. However, the other part argued that there was an unidentified entity watching her in the darkness, ready to jump out and attack her at any moment.

The carriage is passing by the desolate forest. Everywhere she looks, there is nothing but darkness. It is as if she has gone blind and the world has suddenly become cold. Roseanne shivers and wraps her coat tighter around her body. Sloria is a cold place but this forest is different. There are faint whispers echoing in her ears but she is not sure what those are. Animals? Or spirits? Roseanne does not believe in spirits but there are rumors of hauntings in the forest. Moreover, if the Undead can return, then why should she rule out ghosts?

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.