Haunted Novels & Stories

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

But I knew I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer. “Freya... She's being haunted. By the spirit of the girl who used to live in this room." My father’s face paled, and he looked at me with wide eyes. “What are you talking about? Haunted?" I nodded, my throat tight. “Yes. I’ve seen it. Freya’s been acting strange, and I’ve felt it too. The energy in this house, it’s... it’s wrong. There’s something here, something that’s been lingering for a long time. And I think it’s connected to that girl."

The only sound was their footfalls; echoed from the stone of their surroundings. William watched the light dance around them and decided if ever a place would be haunted, this was it. They passed a room that clearly served as the holding cell. It stood empty and stale with disuse. It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen.

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

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?

All I have to do is ignore them, and I'll be fine. -------------------------------- "I really hate being in the library." Hilary complained. They were sent to the library to research about the history of their town through old newspaper articles. "Shut up, and help us. Come on." Henry, her twin brother said. "Hey, guys. Look at this." Xavier found a news article dated thirty years ago." Xavier announced. Everyone gathered around him, except for Landon. "Young boy found dead at the boy's locker room?" Olga read title of the headline.

"I was so frightened by her request that I scared her away. She disappeared and didn't come back until a month later. When she came back, she didn't look sad. She looked really furious. Around that time, my mom was pregnant for him the second time. He lost his job and didn't allow mom to work. For the whole year, bad things began to happen. He even got into a fight with some people and they almost killed him" "I see...The ghost-girl's work" Juana mumbled. "I was too young to understand everything. But I knew some things. The beating got worse when he found out I saw a girl-ghost. I think he was really scared that the girl he killed has come to haunt him down" "The beating?"

Clawing at the once-white siding. It is haunted. Sebastian thought. The memories and emotion of the last life Deragan and his mate lived, still walked those halls. Leaving footprints in the alpha’s soul. Yes, it’s haunted… Sorrow was tangible here. Like a thousand souls had come and gone, coating everything like toxic frost. Heavy darkness made clouds swirl across the moon. The absence of street torches made even the stars reluctant to offer illumination. Nothing dares shine here. Bast could peek in the minds of the woman and children arriving tonight.

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