Haunted Novels & Stories

But they still needed a lot of training if we were going to be going head on into a war. “Hey, what’s that noise?” Leah asked. And I looked over at her. I could also hear a noise. It wasn’t a plane but it was above us and I moved further into the open field to look around and see if I could find it. Suddenly I saw a drone flying over the pack territory. “The vampires have drones now?” Leah asked. “That’s not a vampire drone. That’s military.” I said. “Human military?” She asked. “Yeah.” I said.

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

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Halloween always brought out the weirdos, but I didn’t expect to be one of them, out here alone in the middle of nowhere, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. My boots crunched on the gravel path, the barn looming ahead, its weathered wood silhouetted against the crimson sky. The rumors called it haunted, a place where people vanished on Halloween night, but I figured it was just small-town nonsense. Still, my heart pounded, a mix of adrenaline and unease. The wind rustled the corn, whispering like it was alive, and I swore I heard something—a low growl, deep and primal, cutting through the night. I froze, camera dangling, my breath visible in

“Is anyone here with me?” I asked, my voice steady but my heart racing. The air around me seemed to thicken, the shadows in the corners deepening as if they were listening, waiting. Silence hung heavy in the air, punctuated only by the faint sound of my breathing. I couldn’t help but feel like an intruder in this haunted space, an unwelcome guest probing into the lives of those long gone. But as the minutes stretched into an eternity, I began to hear it—a soft, disembodied whisper, barely more than a breath.

Hazel was startled awake, her whole body trembling. She opened her eyes and saw a dark shadow by her bed. She also heard the sound of dripping water, faint but not enough to make her heart race. Outside, the rain was pouring down, the streetlights dimmer than usual, and wind howling loudly. She shuddered and clutched her blanket tightly, screaming, "Ah! Ghost!" Jack was taken aback by Hazel's reaction, then overwhelmed with anger. Ghost? His handsome face twisted slightly, and he cracked his knuckles.

Every time I closed my eyes, Anton’s voice slipped back in. The hospital is haunted. The words echoed in my head, over and over, like they were looking for a place to settle. I tried to push them away, told myself they were ridiculous. Haunted was not a medical term. It was not something we put in reports or charts. It did not belong in my world. It didn't make sense...not to me or to anyone who might hear it But the words did not leave. They sank into my chest, heavy and cold, wrapping around my heart until it felt harder to breathe.

She radiated a terrifying presence. However, there was a problem. Eliza, a famous ghost from the fog-shrouded city of Blackmoor, already dominated the long-haired ghoul archetype. Viewers would automatically compare this ghost to Eliza and dismiss her as ordinary, leaving her perpetually at the bottom of the NPC popularity rankings.

I stayed silent. "The apartment where she had that accident was a company unit assigned to her," Stan said. "It's been empty ever since the accident. Later, the company wanted to take the place back, but the staff they sent over all got badly spooked. Over time, rumors that the place was haunted started to spread." He looked at me, his gaze sharpening. "But that changed when you showed up. When I first saw your rental address, I was shocked. I honestly thought you'd be running out of there in tears within three days. But you didn't.

It was the most beautiful thing I'd seen in almost two decades. "What's wrong?" I asked. The Hallow ignored me. "You seem nervous." Still nothing. His attention remained fixed on the growing light spreading through his domain. The shadows around him twitched restlessly. Like wounded animals. Like they could feel the change too. For the first time in years, the darkness didn't belong entirely to him anymore. And he knew it. The realm shook. The Hallow clenched his jaw. I grinned. "Oh, that's definitely fear."