House Haunted Hill Novels & Stories

Legend had it that Shaffer Mansion was haunted. Only I knew the stories were true, because I was born with the ability to see through paranormal illusions. When a reality show moved its production crew into the mansion, the only thing anyone noticed was a little boy in overalls. He looked innocent and harmless, but he was actually a puppet controlled by the demon lurking inside the mansion. Behind that innocent face was the most dangerous presence in the entire house. The first time I'd lived through this nightmare, I'd done everything I could to protect the girls I'd grown up with. I'd warned them to stay away from the boy and throw away every gift he gave them. Instead of listening, th

"Better not let go of me, or else..." "I won't." Jane said, "Just don't make me drag your body outside the haunted house," she joked. Jane and I considered ourselves thrill-seekers and getting spooked in haunted houses are one of our favorites. We just loved the feeling that you will be startled by the ghosts or zombies suddenly appearing your way, but will never really hurt you, or the recorded voices of the ghosts crying or in pain making your hairs stand up. This was like one of the favorite attractions in the amusement park. There was a long queue outside, and around fifteen to twenty people were allowed to enter the mansion-like haunted house. This year they had added a zombie theme.

He's obviously trying to distract himself from thinking about his Grandma. I stare at him, considering his offer. I came to him hoping to find a way to distract him from his problems, but I can't help but hesitate. The last time I went into a haunted house, I was ten, and it was with people from Black Dawn. They were mean and enjoyed torturing me to the brink of an anxiety attack. It wasn't exactly an experience that I want to remember. "Only you would be excited about a haunted house renovation," I comment, hiding the apprehension in my voice. I avoid his pleading eyes, looking around.

The first lady says and Aurora stopped on her tracks, The man cloaked in black spoke about 5b2c "That haunted house?" The second woman replies her and she nods, Aurora swallowed whatever was stuck in her throat and walked closer to the women talking "Good morning!”she greets them and they stopped their conversation to look at her "I-uh over heard you talking about 5b2c, can I please ask where it is located?” She asked shakily and they all looked at each other with questioning gaze "Do you want to go to the haunted house?" The third woman ask and Aurora shook het head vehemently

Max grabbed the blue one and ran off, laughing. The feeling of being watched is back once again. I look around and see a man standing just a few meters away from me. He looks oddly familiar. I quickly sum him up as a 50 plus-year-old. I turn around and made my way towards Max as fast as I could. She is standing in front of the haunted house. I grab her arm and pulled her inside. I made sure to stand inside the darkness where no one will stop us. Max tried to talk, but I place my hand over her mouth.

“Medically speaking, this is called a shingle. However, locals call it ‘The Haunt’.” “Once The Haunt converges, nothing can save you!” Harvey then glanced at Kellan’s chest with a profound look.

"Well, at least I'm pretty." "Yes, yes, you are." Jessie smiled at her. They entered the first part of the haunted house, where a large shape shifter jumped out at them. Then shifted to a half spider, half horse. After that, someone with a bloody chainsaw and a head in hand came running towards them. "I don't see how you are not scared." Kimmy clung to Jessie. "After all that I have been through, this is like child's play." Kimmy screamed as the lights went off and something grabbed her.

Great. “I think they forgot to add the sign that says definitely not cursed or haunted,” Vivienne muttered as she eyed the row of identical, dilapidated homes with their eyeless windows where nothing aside from the darkness watched her right back. “Uh-uh. No way. I’ve seen movies. I’ve watched The Blair Witch Project and Children of the Corn. This is every super haunted town in a Hollywood production. Nope.”

And just like that, we put up a secret shoot at the Manor, to include a little surprise for Brandon on his grand finale. Brett called me the next day, as the official spokesperson for his boss’ request. There had been no more scuffles or troubles of any kind between the pervs at Quaker Hall and the children crusaders at Tinicum Hall, but they were holding a special summer night event on the 20, the Horror Camp or something like that. The grounds would be brimming with people who would take part in haunted attractions, escape games, and all kinds of fun indoors and outdoors from dusk to dawn, including a ghost hunt in the Mayflower building and Quaker Hall. There would be a ton of security sp

Hazel swallowed hard at Halle’s icy tone, but although her aunt scared her, she knew she couldn’t do anything without her. “Halle, something’s happening. Bella and I… we had encounters last night. Something supernatural. I tried to summon spirits, and Bella heard Bonnie’s voice. We need your help.” “Where are you?” Halle asked, panic laced in her voice. “Dusk Beach. The Storm’s mansion. Riley’s parents’ house,” she tried to explain as much as she could. “I’m on my way. Don’t do anything until I get there!” The line went dead, and Hazel let out a shaky breath, her heart still racing.