Horror Airbnb Stories Novels & Stories

"I came back two days ago, and in the last two days I visited central jail to investigate more about Zara. It turns out they never searched this township because it’s known for old legends and ghost stories. There are rumors that this place is haunted by the spirit of that little girl and that many cops saw shadows floating in the air. An officer once claimed to have seen the ghost of a little girl which is total bull shit I believe. The main point is... The officers never went anywhere near this township again. But as you can see in these photos, it's a very good hide-out spot for a psycho like Zara. I have faith she might be hiding here." Hunter and Cole looked at each photo closely. There

As I stepped out and fumbled for my towel, a spooky creak scraped along the doorframe, sending a jolt of fear through my veins. Gosh, why did I do this to myself? I had this terrible habit of reading horror stories and spending sleepless nights huddled under the covers in fear. And then it came again, the same scraping noise but followed by muffled, ominous laughter. It was definitely not my overactive imagination. Did someone else use this room when I wasn't around at night? Goosebumps erupted across my already prickling skin as I slowly opened the door a sliver to look. It was only a quarter past nine, too early for ghosts to come out. At least in the stories I read, they waited till midni

Looked like Loren had gotten carried away, Ria thought. "You know, of all the ghosts, the most dangerous are the ones that carry grudges and regrets…" Loren rambled on again. Ria started to think that Loren liked horror topics like this. "What do you mean?" Ria responded while reading through some of the articles she found earlier. “I have a story that my mother firsthand experienced. She once rented an old house that was haunted by a spirit full of regret and anger that almost brought her to an terrible accident…” Loren had already started preparing her story when Ria noticed that the clock already indicated that their next class was about to start.

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions:

"She thinks I killed those kids. And honestly, I don’t blame her." Darren said nothing for a moment. "You going to tell her the truth?" "When I get back," I said, running a hand over my jaw. "But first, we have to get through this." A little while later, we pulled up to a beat-up neighborhood, graffiti-stained walls, garbage piled against curbs, broken windows patched with cardboard. Darren hopped out first, adjusting the strap of his backpack as he led the way to a rundown building. "I thought it would be better if we stayed in a casual neighborhood. Less eyes," he said, unlocking the door and pushing it open. "I got an Airbnb."

“What did Harmona do there?” She hesitated, biting her lip, before finally speaking. "It's... it's an eerie house. People say you can hear screams at night, and they say it's haunted," she said in a low voice, almost like she didn't want to believe her own words. "Everyone avoids it, because it’s scary…filled with dark magic." I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up at the thought. Haunted? Screams in the night? What the hell was going on out there?

The blanket on it was stained with some mysterious liquid. "One of my friends is coming to see me tomorrow, and I'm letting him stay over. He's a guest, so he needs the guest room. You can just crash out here for the night." She pointed out the window. "You're always going on about flowers and the moon, right? The view's great from here—you can enjoy the night scenery." I stared at her, watching this woman act like she owned the place. I was so floored I didn't even know what to say. Since when did I not even get to sleep in my own bed?

"Since you are so hell-bent on doing your own research, when do you plan to leave and where?" "Tomorrow." Aura shrugged while giggling. "I will go north. I intend to visit some famous haunted places like the Diplomat Hotel and the Laperal House said to house restless and hostile spirits. Then I will try to investigate if hexers and witches really do exist. Hopefully, the tribesmen near the City of Pines knew some information. Friend, wish me luck! Coz I have no plans to go back unless my book is completed. I hope when that time comes you'll reconsider publishing my book."

asked woman. "No! we are not buying that one ,the property dealer has informed us about that ". "What ? What he informed you?" I asked. "They told me that house is haunted." the man replied . "Yes ! and there are many incidents ". Jacob replied . "No ! don't worry we are brave enough .Let's be friends together and resolve this problem together." the man replied shaking his hands with my father. "Ok so come out children .There is no danger here . We all are friends " The woman replied.

"Thanks so much." Logan gave the old female some coins before they left and continued their tour. "This is the territory of the Clan of the ghost" he uttered pointing at the huge kingdom before them. "Stop Danny" he commanded and Danny did. "Wow, looks terrifying. Any mortal will shit in his/her pants if they sight this kingdom." "Lol. Nothing is terrifying here. Just vultures, skulls, Red pieces of clothes, spiders, snakes, and rumbling of the sky." "Is that all you see? And who told you there aren't mortals who got phobia for spiders and snakes? Also, do you think it's everyone that can bear the different sounds going on?"