Horror Airbnb Stories Novels & Stories

Maelstrom of emotions that’s dragging my heart onto the ocean floor. Our car we’re put in a screeching halt at the notorious cabin that Jake was talking about. Telling us about a lore of a decapitated body skulking around here at midnight, looking for its head, that still yet to be unearthed. Telling us that he had proof of trails of dried blood in the carpet, which was a total fallacy. The cabin’s spacious, great for glamping, with a rustic fireplace, viable for freezing weather. Only two bedrooms are available though, with the capacity to lodge five heads.

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

We got to a place where we could take a proper and better view of several buildings where Sorcerer's friend resides which is about two thousands metre, then I said to him taking shock peek at those buildings, " these buildings have two chimneys just as they were described in my book. . According to my book, there lives a witch in a house in witch realm called 'Sabrani'. She was said to be the most wicked witch of all. It was said that her house has a snake cage at the front just as it was described in the Black cults book as well . I told the sorcerer and he replied saying, "you are right and she is the person whose home we are heading to".

I felt that wasn’t enough. So I cleared my throat and said, “I also have a story about knocking on doors. You’ve probably all seen it before, since I read this one online.” “There was a very poor man who could only afford to rent a haunted apartment. Before moving in, he deliberately asked the landlord about the story behind it.” “The previous tenant of the room had suffered heartbreak and jumped to his death from the apartment window. Ever since then, people often claimed to see the dead tenant come back.”

he said. “And please tell me if this one’s true. Did you battle ghouls in a haunted manor in England? Everyone’s always telling that story, but I have to hear it from the horse’s mouth. Well, wolf’s mouth in this case,” I said. My fear had long since ditched me. In its place, excitement was making me embarrass myself in front of Alice’s dad, the revered mythical wolf. “I was just shacking up in the manor. I didn’t know it was haunted. The ghouls came and tried to kill me. Let’s just say I don’t take kindly to being attacked while I’m sleeping,” Briar said.

Long live the over Lord" the crowd responded as they bow down to their new over Lord. Among the people that escaped with me were; Annabelle (my sister) Linx (500 years old male vampire) Dexter (380 years old male vampire) and Tessa (400 years old female vampire) We were all teleported to the new world, the age of humans beings, We landed at New York, inside someone's plantation, at night, a girl was coming with lights and some farm tools, maybe wanted to harvest something, I sighted her meters away due to my vampire sights, before she could approach us we quickly shape shifted to the form which she took (human form), when she got close to us she heard us humming

Abigail wished Xander good night before going back to her room. About thirty feet away from the wooden building, a woman's crying sound could be heard from the side. It was late at night in the mountains. The sound of leaves rustling in the breeze along with the woman's cry... It was like a classic horror film. Abigail was so scared that her scalp was numb. And she even got goosebumps. She wanted to just run. But she was curious too. So, she looked in the direction of the sound.

(Isabella’s POV) The safe house was a tomb, filled with the ghosts of a life that wasn't mine. Dust sheets covered the heavy, ornate furniture, and the air was thick with the stale, stagnant scent of time. The brutal, adrenaline fueled escape from Bianchi’s gala felt a world away, but the true horror of the night was just beginning to settle in my bones, a cold, creeping dread that no locked door could keep out.

On the first day I arrived in the horror game, a man in a suit asked what skills I had. I thought for a whole day and night and said, “I’m good at making burritos.” The man facepalmed himself, a bit speechless. But he still gave me a storefront and allowed me to sell burritos. After handing me the key, he disappeared. I spent half a day cleaning the shop and then returned to the real world to buy necessities. After preparing everything, I opened for business when the blood-red moon rose.

Miranda swallowed hard before answering, her voice trembling. Everything was normal… until that day. I was asleep in my room when I woke from a nightmare—blood everywhere, murder, terror. At first, I thought it was just a dream, but soon Mr. Hussein and his wife started having the same visions. Sophia, too. No one in the villa was safe anymore. Fear gripped us. We saw shadows, figures haunting us. I saw one myself in my room. Doors slammed shut for no reason. Strange noises rose from every corner. And when night fell… the house turned into a nightmare. Voices, screams, movements. They only disappeared when we turned on the lights.