Novels About Haunted Houses Novels & Stories

Those books were older than any of the others in his office. The bottom shelf (the one he’d been searching when he’d first heard the cats playing in the hall) held his collection of horror anthologies. The famed Whispers series, edited by Stuart David Schiff, featuring the varied works of Ramsey Campbell, Stephen King, Charles Grant and so many others. The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror from England. The Shivers series, published by Cemetery Dance. Masques, Borderlands, Shadows, Stalkers, Dark Forces, October Dreams I & II, Corpse Blossoms, Horror Library Volumes 1-5, and Prime Evil. Classic horror anthologies jammed next to paperback collections of slightly lesser repute with titles to mat

She can't risk her family's safety when those monsters are free. It was late at night when sleep was far away from her and the whole house felt like a haunted house. All the lights of the house were on but still she felt like ghost were waiting outside her room just for her to open the door so they can kill her. The thought that she was alone in the house was itself scary.

She got distracted and left the closet open and that’s when it entered the house Within a week Michael and his family die a mysterious death while they sleep. It got everyone talking and the Mayor in charge of the town that year prohibited the house ever being out for auction AUGUST-28-1980 Ten years later a Pastor with his sixteen year old daughter has taken possession over the house. Before moving in he prayed and cleanse the house after he heard the house is haunted. They lived more than the past occupants. Everyone thought the house is free of evil but little did they know, the evil comes into the house after the closet is opened and once it has killed the occupants and everyone in the h

It wasn’t clear, but she knew there was something beneath the story that needed to come to the surface before she could relax and trust him. Cold air rushed past her as she stood up to leave the overly furnished, run down bedroom. She shuddered and remembered how she used to believe the house was haunted. She even thought she’d seen a ghost or two while growing up. Now that she was older, she no longer thought that it was haunted. Not by ghosts, anyway. If it was haunted at all, it was by the memory imprints that come from lives being led within its walls for several centuries.

Henry had developed a habit of reading novels, particularly fantasy stories. He was currently reading "The Great Heroes Adventures." As he turned the page, he felt a chill run up his spine. He hurriedly returned to the previous page and waited for the sensation to pass. It didn't take long at all. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. The ghost who haunted this shop wasn't always as quick to read as he was.

I felt the house creaking around me the Ghost of the Vane Estate making noise in the study for the time in my life I was not afraid. The Ledger of Blood and Vines was becoming something it was becoming a story of how a fortress becomes a farm. It was a process one that would likely involve ghosts and sharper blades than I wanted to admit but as the sun finally went below the horizon I felt a peace that no bank account could ever give me. I closed the book held it to my chest the Tower of Glass was falling, just as Sarah said. As I sat in the gathering dark listening for the sound of Stephens truck or the wind, in the olives I realized that I was not waiting for the end.

Forgiven. My ghost hovered in that ice-cold courtyard, nearly frozen through. On New Year's Eve, fireworks cracked and boomed outside, painting the night sky in bursts of blinding gold and various colors. From the manor windows, the display was spectacular. But inside, the holiday dinner was a tomb—silent and stagnant. Father sat at the head of the table. Before him were two place settings. One was for Matthew.

Zehra turned the last page of the novel she'd found in Lawrence's bedchamber earlier that day. It had been so wonderful to find an engaging read. She had read some English novels before, but never these "Gothic" ones, as Lawrence had called them, for they were rare in Shiraz, the area where she was from. The adventures of Lady Isabelle had distracted her from her loneliness for a time, but when she heard the click of the door opening her heart leapt.

“Well, my research told me about supernatural creatures that inhabited Weston Hills fifteen to thirty years ago.” “What are these creatures?” Chloe asked. “Witches and a whole lot of things.” “And you think they are responsible for the disappearance of Hagen.” Claus said trying to understand her point. “I don't know but I think so.” “Perhaps, Mr. Hagen wanted to leave Weston Hills quietly.” Hayley added. “Or maybe he was killed by a vampire.” Claus mocked. “I don't think so because you said that these creatures existed fifteen to thirty years ago.” A deep male voice came from behind the classroom. They all turned and their gaze met Marcus who was scribbling some notes on his book. He didn't

It was a journal - but whose? "Open it," The Shadow urged. "You'll find all the answers you seek within its pages." Celess hesitated for a moment before flipping open the book. What she saw inside made her blood run cold. It was her father's journal. Celess's heart raced as she flipped through the pages of her father's journal. Memories flooded back to her as she read about her father's struggles with being a vampire, his innermost thoughts and feelings about their kind and their place in the world.