Haunting Adeline House Novels & Stories

In what way she would be able to get herself pregnant like that? With another sigh, Adeline took the glass of milk by the table in hand and gulped it down all in one go. As she had to get up early the next day, she went to sleep soon after. The spacious villa felt empty and bare in the night. The silence that encompassed the place was almost eerie. Occasionally, dog barks could be heard from the garden. "Drip, drip—" A tall shadow made its way to a room. With a key in hand, he unlocked the door with ease. He pushed it open gently and walked up to the figure on the bed in graceful and steady footsteps.

She deserved a life free from pain Xander had caused her before but somehow she was just blind to it all, falling for him once more. He was just a monster waiting to be unleashed. Only l heavens what he would become if she eventually got into a closer relationship with him. And I didn't want her to get to the point where it would be difficult to leave him again. The fact that they were still mending things meant that they were still assessing each other and wouldn't break up easily. More reason why my plan had to be meticulous and perfect. When I reached the front door of the mansion, my wife was there, standing in the foyer with her hands folded neatly in front of her. The look on her face

∆Margot's p.o.v∆ Where was she? It had been quite awhile since Adalyn excused herself to go somewhere. Obviously I was most probably over reacting but then again I had a horrible feeling about it. I could feel it in the deepest crevices of my gut. I sighed out of frustration and decided to go check, just in case. I pushed open the doors which apparently they have some sort of tendency to make abnormally heavy and all I could manage to do was stay speechless for a split second before reality gave me a good slap. The tap was open thus emerging the bottom of the sink and slowly forming a pool of water on the floor. Adalyn. She was, well, unconscious. Her body laid on the floor and the water was

“I trust you. Not them.” I step closer, resting a hand on his chest. “This isn’t just any witch. It’s Delaney. And she needs help.” Before he can argue, Kyle walks in, half‑awake, rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?” Aaron opens his mouth, but I beat him to it. “We’re going to Hallow’s Edge,” I say. “Delaney Warren called.” Kyle’s eyes widen. “The Delaney Warren? The one who disappeared?” “Yes.”

“OH MY GOD I HATE THIS HOUSE.” From the distance, the House hummed irritably—offended. “Sorry, Brenda!” Samantha yelled. The House buzzed once—accepting the apology. --- Then the hum changed. Turned sharp. Frantic. Panicked. Samantha stiffened. “Lucien. That’s Brenda. What is she saying?” I listened. Varyn House was screaming through the roots of the earth. One word. Over and over. Danger. “Sebastian,” I said softly.

He ran his hand across the glass panel, his tears falling onto the surface. "Come, Master, the mass is about to begin..." said a servant as she escorted the grieving man to one of the pews. As the ceremony began, everyone began to fade before her eyes, kind of like smoke dissipating in the wind. The chapel returned to its decrepit state, and all the churchgoers had disappeared, save for the old coffin where Dorothy was in. As she was able to move again, she approached the coffin, and saw that the body was no longer there, but in its place was a note. It was very brief and the amount of urgency in it was unmistakable. It said:

She sat across from Evelyn with her coffee and looked around the kitchen with the same assessing expression she had worn since she arrived. Then she looked at Evelyn. "How are the markings?" she asked. "Gone," Evelyn said. She held out her arm. "Completely." Serena examined it briefly. Nodded once. "And the eyes?" "Just mine," Evelyn said. Another nod. "The binding is completely severed," Serena said. "I checked the readings this morning. The house is reading as a standard Victorian property with some unusual electromagnetic history but nothing active." She paused. "For the first time since 1889 there is nothing in these walls."

“The house isn’t creepy.” “Yes, it is,” Owen and Caroline said in unison. Ben dipped his roller back into the paint tray. “It has character.” Caroline hopped down from the stool and wiped paint from her hands. A streak of green smeared across her forehead. “This house has the same amount of character as Amityville.” Ben laughed and stepped closer, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe the paint from her skin. “My house is not haunted. It just needs some attention.”

The sink was crammed with dishes, the air sour and stale. She wasn't the radiant Janet anymore. Just a lonely, unkempt old woman who couldn't manage on her own. Gray streaks took over her hair. Her clothes hadn't been washed in forever. Yesterday, the electricity shut off. That night, every other apartment glowed. Hers stayed dark. She stood there realizing she had no clue how to top up the utility card. In the pitch-black apartment, she felt her way to the bedroom and slammed into the wardrobe. Only after Harlan disappeared did it hit her—order didn't happen by magic. A clean, quiet home took work. Constant work.

was behind that two-way mirror. I could see myself in that mirror as to how I creased my forehead and as how narrowed my eyes on it. I knew he was watching us behind that mirror. This mirror I was looking at isn’t just a simple mirror. Behind it was he could see us. I knew he was looking at me. “Leave it to me, Ms. Perry. You and Mr. Socrates can go now. Ms. Merryweather and I are going to talk. Alone.” I shivered when I heard Mr. Huntington on the speaker. I didn’t know why but sudden chills crawled down to my spine. I hissed secretly.