Haunted Orphanage Novels & Stories

I did what it took to survive. The caretaker of the orphanage never returned home, if he had one. He was always there, watching over the children and forbidding us to touch terror. I have heard many stories about him; that he was a vampire, that he had no family, that he had children in the orphanage, that his family was dead. I never knew the truth.

Even though he is a devil, he has never done anything bad to me. Until I realized we had arrived at a small orphanage on the remote outskirts of town. The condition of the orphanage was terrible. I smelled blood everywhere and also the scent of werewolves. The old building was destroyed as if a battle had just occurred. I even saw several wolf scratches on the two broken gates beside each other. Several local police officers from the human race and even nuns from the church also came there to check the condition of the orphanage. Some people said the orphanage on the edge of the forest had just been attacked by several crazy wolves. Therefore, they asked Mama to come and check there.

As I was about to get down from the train , I decided that even if the universe had turned everything against me, I wouldn't allow a stranger to just molest meso j turned to the bastard, showing him my middle finger" "Hey , I can't want something that doesn't exist" I left the man stuttering in embarrassment amidst Jeers as I came down from the train, I felt relieved. Standing in front of the orphanage I had grown up in only unnerved me. It had originally been built by the pack to house children who lost their families in the great werewolf wars but now it was a place that housed just about any orphan . I was one of those orphans. And I also knew that it was about to shut down, if we didn't

By the time drake fell to his knee in front of me I was almost delirious, blood dropped from my nose “You need to stop, your going to kill yourself” I shake my head looking around, I could feel all there pain but there was one in particular that I could feel “She’s going to die if I don’t” I tell him, looking for her. The pain of every single child hits me, the smell of burning flesh make my stomach roll. It was the most horrific scene I have ever come across. It was a thing of nightmares, just as Ben runs out of the orphanage the roof collapses, Fiona falls beside me crying in relief

She should have been more grateful for her life and less complaining to her father. "Aiden, I think we came too early." Calistha gently nudged Aiden's arm when the two of them were in front of the orphanage which looked deserted and desolate. In the orphanage yard, Calistha can see some typical children's toys scattered in every corner of the large orphanage yard. Then on the right and left side of the orphanage, lined with very large pine trees and thick leaves, which emit a calming aura on the orphanage. Seeing how well-maintained the orphanage is, Calistha is sure that the orphanage must have many great donors. No wonder her father gave advice to put Luciana into this orphanage after her

he whispered, holding up a hippo with a suspicious scowl. “Watch me.” He groaned, but threw in two more anyway. It took a full hour to get through checkout, another thirty minutes to pack everything into the trunk. By the time we reached the orphanage, the sun had started its descent and cast long shadows across the walls—tall, thick concrete lined with razor wire and cameras. Armed guards stood at the entrance, still and alert. I swallowed hard. Even now, it hit me like a punch to the gut—this place needed that kind of protection. Because there were people out there who’d kill children. Sell them. Hunt them. Just because they were different. Because they were werewolves.

Vivian told them. It’s no wonder she said that. He could tell something inside herself scared her. What he doesn’t understand was why the professor chose that place. The mansion was a haunted house. He could feel the many wild souls hiding in every corner of the mansion since they arrived there. “A man massacred people here. Most of those who died were children,” Vivian said in a whisper, even though no one could hear them. “This mansion was an orphanage from the beginning. Only a family lived in it after they bought it.”

"No, miss. No one. He's been there since he was born." My chest squeezed painfully. I swallowed hard. "Thank you for telling me," I said quietly. I ended the call and stood, my mind racing. I told Jesse everything. "I’ll drive," he said, grabbing the car keys without question. The orphanage was an old, crumbling brick building tucked away in a poorer part of the city. Children played listlessly in the cracked courtyard, most too thin, too wary. My heart ached just looking at them. Then I saw it.

Surprisingly, going to the school for one last time to say my goodbyes was a little easier but bitter; I didn't say Juana, and no one knew what had happened to her or her family; it appeared they had never informed anyone else, so I decided to keep quiet about what I knew; I just hope things improve for them; if I could do anything, I would, but I can't. Apart from that, seeing the children at this orphanage was a severe mood killer; I'm sad, I have terrible anxiety, and I have PTSD, but being surrounded by these orphans simply adds to my suffering, which I'd rather be shot for. Most of the kids in the building I live in are literally unwanted but important, like the two boys eying me like a

Heaven knows what she hates most: children, unbearable trouble. After two hours, Fiona finally got Shelly to the orphanage her friend recommended. Heart Orphanage is located on an unnamed hill on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by mountains and forests, almost isolated from the outside. It was difficult for Fiona to drive because it was getting dark, and many times she almost lost her way, making her angry. As soon as Fiona got there, Fiona pulled the mentally unstable Shelly out of the car and went to knock on the door.