House Of The Spirits Novels & Stories

"You should have stayed dead, Lana. You really should have. By coming back here, you're only making things worse for everyone. Especially for those little boys of yours." ​My blood turned to ice. "Don't you ever mention my children." ​"Or what?" she mocked. She backed away, a cruel smile on her face. "This is my house. These are my people. You’re just a ghost, Lana. And ghosts don't stay around for long." ​She turned around and walked away, her heels clicking on the floor. I stood there in the dark hallway, my heart hammering against my ribs. ​I had to get my boys out of here. This house wasn't just a prison anymore. It was a graveyard.

Spirits gather — the drowned, the forgotten, the cursed — not to haunt, but to listen. They chant in languages Mira doesn’t know — but Esi does. The girl’s voice rings out with ancient clarity. She is not possessed. She is becoming. A voice speaks from the flame: "One witch ended the hunger. But many more sleep. Will you wake them?" Esi nods. Mira places her hand over her daughter’s. "Not yet. Let her grow." The flame accepts. The spirits wait. The Boy from the Red Hill A stranger comes to Nsia — a boy with red-dust skin and a birthmark shaped like a spiral. He doesn’t speak at first. But Esi speaks to him — as if she knows him already.

his voice barely audible. Night Reflections – The House Divided Later, the family separated into private worlds: Sandra poured out her rebellion in secret poetry. Tshepo sat outside, trembling, imagining worst-case consequences. Mathapelo whispered prayers, struggling under Kate’s curse. Gail chronicled each day, desperate for control. Abby sipped whiskey, oblivious to the chaos. Mom hummed old tunes, weighed down by depression. The house was full of life—but everyone was isolated within their own fears and secrets.

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

They only disappeared when we turned on the lights. A heavy silence fell. The priest clapped his hands and asked sharply, Has anyone ever been murdered in this house? Hussein quickly looked away, as if to avoid the question. “No… never,” Miranda said, struggling to maintain her composure. The priest studied her for a long time, then spoke in a low voice: "Where did these evil spirits come from?" Miranda hesitated, her voice unsteady: "I don't know... Perhaps someone was killed in the neighboring houses, and their spirits have crept into ours."

Finally, he succumbs to reality. This is his life now, whether he likes it or not. Time to get to work before he's even further demoted-if that were possible. However, if he's learned anything in this life-it's that anything is possible. With one last deep breath, his long, plush wings extend from his back with one swift movement. They sprout out past his arms in a glorious, pure white not visible on the secular plane. With one gust, they make him airborne and with a few more, his feet land on the roof. The shades in the room below him are drawn, but a dim light emanates from behind them. A sigh escapes his lips as he closes his eyes and swings down from the roof. He takes a step into the ex

She said, walking away. Okay, this lady was definitely weird, why was she even calling me little one, she looked way younger, and I'm sure I could probably be older. "What's your-" the moment I turned back to ask her what her name was, she was gone, poof, into thin air. Okay, that was the weirdest thing that has happened today. ~~~~~~ I was finally on the third mountain, and it felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs, I was thirsty, I was hungry. I was getting towards the edge of the cliff, and there it was! The most beautiful mansion I've ever seen.

** That night dragged on like a relentless virus - slow, agonizing and painful. I didn't sleep - I couldn't sleep. The spirits wouldn't let me - they were all around me, watching me. Mama must have welcomed them into our home in addition to letting them into her heart. But it wasn't just the spirits I felt (they were a quiet and respectful bunch), but the thought of Hezekiah running through my mind that made it impossible to sleep. I sat on the bed, hands shaking from anxiety, neck pulsing in pain, wondering what was happening to him. Did his lungs still feel like they were filled with boiling oil? Did he still struggle for breath?

Looking around him, Jon concluded that the soil seemed fertile for crops to grow and the natural beauty of the sea and landscape could have lured people. "Have you always lived in Cardena?" Jon wanted to start a conversation with Jorge. "Not really," came the reply from Jorge whose eyes remained on the road. "I grew up here, but left for Malen the first chance I got. I just had to return a couple of years ago when my father died so that I can take care of my mother. Then, I met my wife and decided to stay." "Your mother is a very superstitious woman." Jon remarked. "Everyone here is. They've been through a lot. When anything goes wrong, the first thing that they think about are elemental spi

A young couple moved in to a new home in Hawaii. They had a young son, Bobby, whom they would put to bed each night, only to find him the next morning sleeping on the floor in the corner of his room ... ... One day, the father put a wardrobe in that corner, and that night while the couple was watching TV, they turned to see their son walking out of his room as if he was holding someone's hand. Just before he got to the door, he dropped his hand as if the person had let go. He woke up crying. The couple were scared, and they called a Hawaiian priest for help. He told them that their house was built on a "night marching trail" — a path taken by ghosts. The priest said Bobby always slept in a c