Haunted Orphanage Novels & Stories

At the orphanage Melinda had finally recovered and returned to the orphanage, the love the kids showed her was just enough to get rid of her sickness. Ever since she declined her mum's request for her to leave the country, her mum had refused to speak to Melinda and at one point she claimed she was no longer her daughter but Melinda didn't let that bother her because she knew she was just angry and like other times, her anger would subside. Mia on the other hand tried to continue her life, she tried to forget about her fear just like Miss Joyce had told her but things only became more challenging for her, she always felt like she was being watched. She felt like someone kept on following her

Amelia For 18 years, I've lived under the torment of Headmistress Crane at the orphanage, but today feels different. Soon, orphans like me will be sold to werewolves, turned into their human pets. I’ve planned to escape more than once, and each time, Crane’s watch over me has become even stricter. I carry the slop from the basement out of the orphanage that has been my home for almost eighteen years. I make sure to slump over my bucket and shuffle my feet under Director Crane’s scrutinous supervision.

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

Annie's POV Claire insisted we visit the orphanage immediately even though it was nearly midnight. I wanted to refuse because exhaustion pulled at every muscle in my body after everything that had happened tonight. But the look on her face told me this could not wait until morning. The orphanage sat in a neighborhood I barely recognized from my childhood memories. The building looked smaller than I remembered with peeling paint on the shutters while weeds grew through cracks in the front walkway. A dim light glowed in one of the downstairs windows suggesting someone was still awake despite the late hour.

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.

The air inside the Hawthorne mansion was stifling, thick with the weight of memories Elara had once thought buried. It had been years since she had last set foot inside the grand estate—years since she had lived under this roof, first as a wide-eyed orphan, then as the outcast daughter who had been overshadowed by her perfect sister. Now, as she walked down the familiar hallways, her footsteps echoing in the silence, Elara couldn’t shake the feeling that the walls were closing in around her.

After adjusting, she looked around and realized she was in the old orphanage where Myra had grown up. The orphanage had long been abandoned and was now a crumbling ruin. Broken walls and rubble surrounded her. No one could hear her cries for help. "I'm surprised you're not screaming. You're so calm, even in trouble. It's impressive," Myra said from a chair nearby, raising an eyebrow. "Do you even know how much I hate you?" "What are you talking about? You shouldn't hate me!" "Shut up!" Myra raised her hand and slapped her hard. "Why shouldn't I hate you? Do you have any idea how much you've taken from me my whole life?"

Leon asks, sounding concerned. “That’s just what we called it as kids.” I sigh. “It was where they put young children who misbehaved: this tiny room in the basement, with no lights and no windows. They’d lock us inside and leave us in the cramped darkness for hours and hours. There was no food or water, no contact to the outside world. The longest I ever spent there was two days.” “Did anyone outside of the orphanage know?” Henry questions, sounding suspiciously like his son had when I shared the abuse I suffered with him – like a man determined to find the people responsible and destroy them.

Deirk's presence, a comforting constant through the night's delirium, had somehow held the shadows at bay. The nightmares had tormented me again last night, vivid and terrifying. Between the haunting replays of situations I unfortunately found myself in, I was in a dark, endless void, with eerie whispers and shadows that seemed to be closing in on me. But then, they shifted. I was back at the orphanage, surrounded by the first kindergarten class Miss Morgana had allowed me to lead after I proved to her I could. Strangely, this shift made me feel even sadder than the nightmare. I missed those kids terribly. Their laughter and chaos had been a bittersweet part of my days.

These children shared a common connection between them- they were seen as the products of sin by the world. Born from teenage pregnancies, assault and rape, or adultery, their parents could not—or would not—keep them. These children were hidden away from the world, for they are the darkest of sin. Abandoned on the orphanage's doorstep, they were left to grow up in darkness. Killian stared at the orphanage in front of him. It was the very place where Amara had been abandoned, where she had grown up without any parental support. The orphanage looked old, dull, and broken in many places. His heart clenched as he imagined her childhood in such a place. She must have faced countless hardships, fi