Haunting Adeline House Novels & Stories

The emergency entrance was lit with a white glare so harsh it hurt to look at. The hallway smelled of disinfectant. Dad nearly ran inside. Mom followed behind him, stumbling more than once. I tried to steady her, but my fingers passed through her arm again and again. A nurse stopped them. "Are you Lily Bennett's family?" "Yes. We are." Dad's voice shook. "Where is she?" The nurse's expression changed. Pity softened her face. "Please follow me."

He changed his direction and came to our place also. When we were almost out of the Jungle, we could see the realm of Witches ahead of us outside the jungle. All the houses are still the same and I could remember the place very well just because I have once been there before. Houses with three or two chimneys and those houses are pretty old. Windows are pretty small and the entrance of each house is closed. One would think there is no one at home in all these buildings as everything is so silent but if you should enter one of them without permission, you will surely find yourself to be blamed.

Nadine’s head perked up. “Can one of you run out to my van and get me the big carpet cleaner? I can’t get any of my people out there to go get it.” Luke stood up immediately. “I’ll go get it. It’s not this house that is the problem you know? It’s the other four.” He said as if detached and walked down the porch to where the vans were parked. “The other four?” Nadine frowned confused. “I don’t suppose you’ve heard? There are five houses on this property. But all of them are cursed.” Sky said and watched the teenage boy open the van.

As I drift into unconsciousness I start a chant of protection against demons *Whether thou art a ghost that hath come from the earth, or a phantom of night that hath no couch… or one that lieth dead in the desert… or a ghost unburied… or a hag-demon, or a ghoul, or a robber-sprite, or a weeping woman that hath died with a babe at the breast… Whatever thou be until thou art removed, until thou departest from the body of the man, thou shalt have no water to drink. Thou shalt not stretch forth thy hand… Into the house enter thou not. Through the fence break thou not...*

"She won't be done 'til morning. Jobs are hard to come by these days—she's too scared to step out of line." With that, Mr. Gabelman started tearing at Madison's clothes. "Don't you want to know what it feels like doing it in someone else's home?" Mr. Gabelman's bloated body looked absolutely repulsive on camera. They went from the living room to the master bedroom—didn't even separate to shower. I nearly threw up watching it.

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

Preserved through dark magic, their loyalty twisted and sharpened by time. They arrive in silence — seven of them, ghost-pale, their bodies thin and rotting, but fast, efficient. I do not need brute force now. I need infiltration. “Find her,” I whisper through their minds. “Find the pup. Bring it to me.” Their heads bow as one. But something deep in the forest shifts. A pulse of silver light — distant but growing. The moon goddess watches. I can feel her gaze, hot and unwelcome. She has given Elena too much already. A second mate. A blood-bound child. Protection beyond her station.

I asked. “Mind your fucking business.” Gladstone said. “It is my business. Since I’m probably about to die for it.” I said. Gladstone looked at the Mayor but neither of them said anything. “We’re not going to kill you.” Adams said. “Oh. So, you’re going to leave the dirty work to whatever vampire you’re trying to call? You do realize that they’re probably sleeping, that’s why they’re not answering the phone.” I said. “I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion!” Adams yelled.

The storm outside had reached a fever pitch, shaking the very foundations of Haverstone Manor. Lightning illuminated the corridors in blinding flashes, casting distorted shadows that seemed to stretch and writhe along the walls. Emma led the group through the labyrinthine hallways, her flashlight flickering with each step as if protesting their relentless advance.

"Don't worry. I will handle all the wedding arrangements myself. I'll make sure it's a grand affair. Our family will never treat you with anything less than the utmost respect." What else could I say? I simply nodded and went along with it. After all, this was exactly what I wanted. The jubilant atmosphere at the Gillan estate stood in stark contrast to the gloom hanging over the Quirrel family. After taking Emily's so-called traditional remedy, Adrian had experienced a brief period of apparent improvement, but his condition soon deteriorated drastically.