Horror Airbnb Stories Novels & Stories

what seriously half ticket I wanted to hit them but forcefully they taken me out and went near a haunted house my body started shivering already what the hell parv said "it's a competition let's see which couple stays longer in the haunted house at the sametime there is a envelope in top floor's right room let's see who brings it" everyone knows I'm afraid of darkness still planning these kind of things we entered inside I'm hearing sounds and it's dark already I felt something on my shoulder I screamed "maa" I was about to go prince pinned me to wall he said "its okay I'm here don't worry" I asked "who want your company go away" he chuckled and said "then whom you want if not me"

Aislen was surprised. “Well, a ghost story, mainly,” Helena amended, embarrassed, with a shrug. “It’s like the place where weird shit happens. People driving through go missing. White women are spotted on the road in and out. They say there’s a man-eating wolf pack in the woods there…” Aislen laughed without humor. “Sounds right,” she replied. “It’s a f-ked up place. How far is it to the shops around here? What’s within walking distance? Do I need to like check in at the main building, or what?”

His parents attended an important dinner function at the Moonstar Hotel by the Bay View Area and they told them that they might come home late. A slight breeze blew from the West. Old folks used to tell in their bedtime stories by the fireplace that this is an ominous sign. They say that vile creatures hunt for their prey during these times. Mark knew all about this since he is an avid fan of mystery-horror stories. Yet he told himself a thousand times that evening these are just figments of his wild imagination. Nothing horrible is going to befall his parents. They are both good souls and God is watching over them from above.

Lima went frightened very much. She wanted to send Amara away immediately but the young lady was an educated woman. She did not believe in ghosts and refused to listen to her grandmother. The wedding preparation was in full swing. The night before Amara went to bed, she got a call from Alexander. "Hi baby, how are you?" You see I am stuck here in this haunted house, you are a very brave woman. Can you help me get out of it?" Amara at once left her house to reach Alexander. As soon as she reached the premises of the ghostly palace, she began to hear the weird voices.

"Ignore that this place looks like a plantation house? Okie Dokie." I glare at him staring out the window with disgust on his face. The driver opens the car door, inviting the sweltering heat inside. I step out and hold my hand in front of my eyes. Sebastian gets out and does the same. "I read this story o****e once, something on a ghost forum I think, about how slave spirits haunt old plantation homes and kill the residents who live inside." "Sebastian, please," I snap quietly as we step on the front porch and ignore the stares from those socializing in the shade.

But now, she is trying to be braver in front of Aiden because she has been determined to become an independent girl. “The scenery here is really nice, you really have a good sense of home.” “This used to be an old building that burned down in ninety-seven. No one dares to buy this land because they think this land is haunted. So I can get this land for a cheap price.” "You mean this place is haunted?" asked Calistha shuddering in horror. Bad thoughts about Aiden's dimly lit kitchen or the door to her room that sometimes creaked softly at night made Calistha feel the hairs on her neck start to stand up.

“I’m a local here, but I moved into the city with my parents while I was still a child. Still, at the end of the day, this is my home, so I spent some money to have some AirBnB staff come and clean up my place every month.” When they arrived, the AirBnB staff had already finished cleaning. They had also put clean blankets and toiletries in the house. After they spoke a little with Ben, they left on their mopeds. Harmonia thanked Ben and bade him goodnight. Then, she went inside, climbed up the wooden staircase, and entered a bedroom on the second floor. After shutting the room door, she pushed open the window to ventilate the room. But the moment she opened the window, she saw Absalom, who w

Kevin did not understand. "There's no need to prepare meals for him. Just give him some pills for the hangover," Sean said a little irritably. Kevin fell silent. Sean sneered. "No one can help him, and he has to walk out that door himself." "I will come back tomorrow," Sean said and left. A post suddenly appeared on F******k saying that an Airbnb guesthouse in Waikiki Beach took deposits but chased out the customers. The dark secrets caused a sensation and attracted many people's attention.

Tonight was our first official sleepover in the treehouse, and we'd dragged up sleeping bags, flashlights, and enough snacks to last a week. "Tell me a scary story," Avy said, settling into her sleeping bag. "I don't know any scary stories." "Make one up." "Okay, um..." I pointed my flashlight at my face for dramatic effect. "Once upon a time, there was a girl who read so many books that her eyes fell out." "That's not scary, that's stupid." "Fine. There was a boy who was so bad at football that the football grew teeth and ate him." Avy giggled. "You're terrible at this."

The moment Brandon Price started his weird off-camera narration, everything seemed to happen at the same time: I heard a thud, so loud the floor vibrated under my feet, the ball on the kitchen table lit up and the TV turned off. “What—?” Another loud thud cut me off. “Never again,” said the app from my phone. “Oh, you mean these guys? Fine with me.” The third thud made me jump to my feet. “I said fine, no need to get so loud!” “Not us.” Those two words sent cold chills down my spine. “That wasn’t one of you?” “Demon. Basement.” “What!?” The next thud seemed to shake the whole house. “Library.” I forgot all about my dinner, grabbed my phone and hurried out of the kitchen with a frightened gla