House Haunted Hill Novels & Stories

Her face was just perfect, her nose pointed, brown eyes, full cherry blossom lips and long wavy brown hair. Her face held this 'suprise shocking face' as her brown eyes met his. She look as though she had just seen a ghost which made him wonder if his face was that scary. He let out a light smile trying his best to make her feel at ease. "Hi.." she stammered. "Hello" he greeted back, he knew she was still in shock from the way her voice had cracked. He could tell she was still scared of him, he didn't know what to do to make her stop being scared of him.

Grabbing her hand he pulled her along. “What is it?” Melissa asked. A smirk on his face Blake replied “It’s a haunted house.” Melissa laughed “Oh great, I love these. Where’s the car?” As they got to the front. “Yeah there isn’t one. This isn’t your average haunted house. The people who take part are real actors. They chase you too.” Melissa’s face dropped. “Yeah a great haunted house” trying to hide fear and sarcasm. “Please don’t let go of your partners hand.” The ride operator said. Blake linked his fingers with Melissa’s and they pushed open the big horror doors.

"Just tell me, g*dammit!" "Introducing the Halls of Horror!" He pointed at the entrance that she'd completely missed passing by. The entrance to the Halls of Horror was shaped like the mouth of a cave. Over the top, the image of a zombie as well as the words "Hall of Horror" was hung up in splashes of black and green. Just then there was a growl from inside. A kid who'd been standing close by with his back to the cave screamed and yeeted off to his daddy, grabbing onto his legs.

I vowed internally to settle the beef with Felix once we went back. As for Matthew, his inconsiderate act made me realize that it wasn't worth keeping him as a friend. The guys in the group managed to hype us up, and the women were all excited and giddy. Soon enough, we forgot what happened and enjoyed ourselves on the rides. The entrance to the haunted house was right under an old willow tree. There was a bottomless well there that read "You're doomed!"

After the trio had decided that they would go haunt for the enchanted peacock and get it's blood ready for use. And the haunt would be that day, Zeke locked up the manor as they would be traveling to Viscarria. Zeres who wanted to leap with Abi in his grasp was blatantly refused by Abigail herself. She couldn't endure anymore of that torturous ride in his arms. It angered him to the extreme.

"This place isn't like the living world. Skincare and makeup products are scarce, and only the rich can afford them. "In our horror game, the cosmetics are provided by the studio, but because our instance performs so poorly, our budget is tiny. That's why our makeup never looks good and fails to draw in viewers." I caught a word in her explanation. "Viewers?" She gave a small clap. "Exactly. The live comments in horror games aren't from humans—they come from ghosts watching the stream. It's the same as how you humans watch reality shows." I raised a brow. "So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?"

“Oh my God… it’s alive.” Scott spotted the family’s four-wheel drive parked out front. “That’s my dad’s car. They’re still there.” On the beach, grains of sand slithered like snakes under a chair and into the sea as the boat skidded onto shore. The group disembarked quickly, gathering their weapons and gear. Larkam huddled with them as they stared at the haunted mansion. “Here’s the deal—I need to bless the entire perimeter.” Scott pointed at the towering estate. “Are you kidding? The place is massive!”

Maera asked in confusion. “Isn’t it true that in a small town like this, everyone knows everyone?” the man said in a mocking tone, stopping the car right in front of her grandmother’s gate. “The Veilthorn family is the only one that still chooses to live on the edge of Howlshade Forest when everyone else moved away because they believe it’s haunted,” he said, eyeing the forest edge bathed in the car’s headlights. “Aren’t you afraid that one day a werewolf might emerge from there and devour you?” he asked, turning his head to look at Maera intently.

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.

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.