House Haunted Hill Novels & Stories

I glanced out of the window every once in a while, watching the buildings going by and people going about their business, completely unaware of the creatures that threatened their very existence. We headed out of the city and drove deep into the Rocky Mountains until we were at the gates of the werewolf compound. The guards quickly opened the gate to let us in and we drove for another half an hour down the road, passing houses and businesses until we got to the pack house. Crimson Fangs Pack was one of the largest packs in North America, and one of the most feared. Their bloodline was old, dating back to when wolves were first created. We pulled up outside of a large mansion, guards armed wi

"I'll take care of getting this family settled and signed in. You've worked more than your fair share this week." Christine was right, they were waiting on her. This was their first holiday as an official family, and this year the Heaven Hill MC was doing Fourth of July up right. Steele and Rooster had gone into Tennessee earlier in the week and bought a whole bunch of fireworks. The women had all asked them why they didn't do business inside of Bowling Green, but they all just rolled their eyes and said Tennessee was the place to go. Either way, the group was apparently going to witness an insane spectacle tonight as soon as the sun went down. "Are you sure?" She absolutely did not want to

Out of all the unnerving things that could happen in a haunted house, the most unnerving thing is silence, and that was exactly what Joe came home to a few hours later. The garden was quiet, and no sounds from the whippers, no chainsaws, and there was no one on the porch. Everything was just silent. A minibus stopped close behind him and the doors opened cautiously. Joe looked around him and then he felt a presence close by. “Are these the volunteers?” it asked.

His jaws were chiseled and he had a face that even the gods would be jealous of, but before the man could even open his mouth to speak. A flying kick landed right in his temple sending him crashing into the ground, Genevieve screamed in horror as she didn’t know what even made Hazel act like this man was some monster from some folklore. “I said get your filthy paws off Lady Genevieve!” Hazel shouted, embracing the much smaller Genevieve in her arms like a mother protecting her child but Hazel’s stern face soon loosened up and contorted into one of fear the moment she realized he wasn’t moving. “Y-You killed him!” Genevieve screamed at Hazel, and they both began freaking out because they knew

--- Hera's POV The haunted house was Darryn's idea, and I should have seen it coming. We had been in the park for an hour. He had gone on two rides that looked like engineering accidents and came off both of them looking like a man who had just had an excellent conversation. I had stood on the ground, smiled, and pretended I was choosing not to ride rather than being physically incapable of it. Then he stopped in front of a building with a sign that read "Blackwood House" and looked at me. "No," I shook my head. I could take anything else, but you see a haunted house? I get freaked out very easily.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

The haunted house had taken root in Greystone Manor, an aging mansion on the outskirts of Velmora’s East District, complete with towers, gables, and enough architectural drama to look really creepy even in broad daylight. “Last chance to back out,” Rohan said as they approached the entrance. “Are you kidding? I have been looking forward to seeing the unflappable Rohan Marquez jump at fake monsters.” “Who says I’m going to jump?” “Everyone jumps in haunted houses. It’s scientifically impossible not to.”

Just hearing it made the trees outside the window blur like home was hiding behind them. “Give me the rundown again,” William said, eyes still on the road. Alexandra reached for the wrinkled sheet of paper on the dash. “So, about a month ago, this group of teenagers decided to go poking around this supposedly haunted house on the edge of town—” William cut her off. “Haunted by what?” “Allegedly,” she said, “by a spirit who hates women. Legend says it targets girls—hangs them in the rafters.” “Oh,” I said dryly. “Awesome.”

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.

"Where is she?" I shrugged. It was obvious to anyone that I was the only one with my computer screen still turned on and illuminating my face. His question suddenly sounded a little dumb. The next day, when Lacey appeared at the company, she was immediately stopped by Xavier at the door, who had waited up for her all night. He sniffed around Lacey like a bloodhound. Then, his expression turned dark almost at once. "You weren't at the company last night. And this smell didn't come from our home. Where have you been, and what did you do last night?"