Novel & Cerita Novels About Haunted Houses

“What happened?” “I saw the village of Upper Hama, the previous Emperor.” “Interesting, is there more?” “That the only part that I could remember and I saw a tale.” “There was a tale?” “Yes.” “What tale, tell me?” “The phantom vessel.” “Heard that one already, but, again, it may be different.” “So, you want to hear it?” “Yes.” IV

"Are you sure you want me to attract the monsters so that you can test out your weapons?" "Oh, don't waste your time. You're probably halfway to a mutation anyway, so might as well use your life to help us!" Afro chipped in. I didn't say another word, only returning quietly to my room. At night, the village chief came to check our handbooks. I was the only one who didn't have one, so I was brought to the watchtower that was covered with human bones. Suddenly, the sea wind picked up, the trees throughout the village creaking and groaning in the darkness.

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

Looked like Loren had gotten carried away, Ria thought. "You know, of all the ghosts, the most dangerous are the ones that carry grudges and regrets…" Loren rambled on again. Ria started to think that Loren liked horror topics like this. "What do you mean?" Ria responded while reading through some of the articles she found earlier. “I have a story that my mother firsthand experienced. She once rented an old house that was haunted by a spirit full of regret and anger that almost brought her to an terrible accident…” Loren had already started preparing her story when Ria noticed that the clock already indicated that their next class was about to start.

The answers they sought lay buried in the shadows, waiting to be unearthed. As they delved deeper into their investigation, they discovered a pattern. The disappearances seemed to be centered around a nearby abandoned mansion that was rumored to be haunted. Legends spoke of a vengeful spirit haunting the grounds, seeking retribution for past wrongdoings. Undeterred by the supernatural rumors, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel ventured into the mansion, determined to confront the entity responsible for the disappearances. The dilapidated hallways echoed with eerie whispers as they made their way through the decrepit rooms.

But there’s no proof for any of these, and I end up with more questions than answers by the time I’m finished reading. I lean back in my chair and sigh. I don’t know what to make of all this. I’ve lived in Hahnville all my life, and of course I’ve heard the rumors that have swirled around the old Gregory place like dirty water down a drain. As kids, we’d whispered that the house was haunted and that a witch lived there. Even as Penny’s day nurse, I’d hated being alone in the house after dark. Could the land really be cursed or haunted?

I asked. A slow smile curved Drake’s lips as his gaze swept over to me. “If memory serves from our tour the other day, Hannah, Nightcrest is in possession of a rather famous haunted attraction, isn’t it? What was it called again? The Emily House?” My brows hiked upward as realization dawned on me; the Emily House was an attraction in Nightcrest seated at the top of a tall hill; an old mansion that was said to have been haunted by a spirit named Emily. Supposedly, a family had stayed there in the 80s and were terrorized by Emily until they ultimately just upped and left in the night, leaving all of their belongings behind.

On a moonlit night in the small town of Ravenwood, a peculiar mystery unfolded. Whispers of a ghostly figure haunting the abandoned mansion at the edge of town had piqued the curiosity of the locals. Emma, an adventurous soul with an insatiable appetite for mysteries, decided to unravel the enigma. Armed with a flashlight and a map she obtained from the town's archives, she ventured into the dark corridors of the dilapidated mansion.

“Yeah…maybe lay off, Louise. You know Sarah. Fickle moods, and she’s even more fickle about what she talks about. And he’s not her type anyway. She’s into that guy who works in the shoe shop.” Louise, as it seemed, was her name, shrugged. “Dunno why. Having an interesting family would be awesome. But,” she looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes alight with an unpleasant gleam. “Having a haunted house would be even better. Best watch out; not many people last there. The owners before you were lucky; they jumped before they were pushed, so to speak.” “Haunted? Right.” I folded my arms. “Look, I might be unsure about things, but that’s one step too far.”

The farmhouse was ready in a few days. Early in the morning, I arrived at the place with my pre-prepared furniture and my dog. When I was moving furniture into the house, a villager passed by, stood at the gate for a long time, and then suddenly asked me if I was moving in. I said yes. The villager frowned, came up to me, and explained in a low voice, "This is a haunted house. Someone died here 20 years ago. Be careful if you live here!" I finally understood why the rent was so low after hearing that. However, I never believed in ghosts, and I certainly did not believe in haunted houses.