Novels About Haunted Houses Novels & Stories

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

She read aloud, voice trembling: “He… he left to protect us. Not because he didn’t care… because he knew this place…” Jace leaned close, shoulder brushing hers. “It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. This house doesn’t just haunt rooms. It haunts people. And it feeds on what we hide… what we fear.” Ava’s chest ached. And in the same moment, she realized something terrifying—and exhilarating. The house wasn’t just dangerous. It was intimate. Personal. A predator that knew her as well as she knew herself. And she didn’t care. Because Jace was here.

Rose had her arm around her mother's shoulders, comforting her. My heart twisted in my chest. First Aaron, and now Fiona. The Wylder Estate wasn't just a fortress holding off the monsters from the outside world. It was a house completely haunted by untold stories. And as he led me deeper into the silent wing of the mansion, I realized I had absolutely no idea what kind of war I had just walked into.

I stayed with Adley in her small living room, watching horror movies about creatures that didn’t exist in this world, until darkness smothered the outside world, peeking in through the sheer curtains that made their living room feel all too exposed. “Zombies always give me the creeps.” Adley shuddered, “There’s something so scary about coming back from the dead, having your face and limbs rot like that. Bleh, no thank you.” “I can’t be afraid of zombies, not when things like ghouls and Librarian’s exist.” I let out a hearty laugh, trying to imagine a hoard of zombies maneuvering through the forest at night.

“The novel’s title is Shocking Shocked, and it tells the story of a guy who was electrocuted after disclosing shocking news?” I bit the bottom of my lip. “Well... It’s one of my favorite novels.” She slapped herself across the forehead. “Dainty! We should not read novels like these. I assumed you were interested in romantic novels, so I let you read books, and then I’ll know that you’re reading about terror and murder novels?!” My mouth was closed. What can I do if I’m not a fan of romance novels? Horror, mystery, and psychological stories are my favorite, and not romance. When I read a romantic novel, my whole body convulses. They simply do not appeal to me.

Yardley Novellas: A Season in Hell by Kenneth W. Cain Quiet Places: A Novella of Cosmic Folk Horror by Jasper Bark The Final Reconciliation by Todd Keisling Run to Ground by Jasper Bark Devourer of Souls by Kevin Lucia Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love by Mercedes M. Yardley Wind Chill by Patrick Rutigliano Little Dead Red by Mercedes M. Yardley Sleeper(s) by Paul Kane Stuck On You by Jasper Bark Anthologies:

It was unexpected that a simple game like chasing could be this fun. Fritz, who was familiar with the laughter, immediately approached. He was a little astonished when he entered the haunted house. This haunted house had absolutely no particular partition used for ghosts. This haunted house was like an ordinary house. The furniture is still complete, and there are still many items, such as glasses. The only difference is that the walls are burnt, and some have collapsed in some parts, overgrown by wild plants. Because this haunted house was burnt initially, it has no perfect roof. But Fritz didn't care about that. His mission was only one: to shoot Edgar dead. Fritz hid behind the wall. He c

He said because they might be a solution to the zombies outside there! Then Mrs. Benson said the novel is with Lucas, they both asked him where the novel was and he said it is with Jackson's mother. "What! Lucas!! why did you take the novel out of this house? shit!! Jackson, did your mother tell you anything about a zombie novel?" "No sir Benson" "Calm down darling, let call Mrs. Collins and asked what happened!" "You still want to ask what happened after all this? Mrs. Collins is a medical traditionalist! I'm sure she might have done something stupid!"

Later, alone in my mausoleum bedroom, I lay in the knife-edged sheets and stared at the ceiling and replayed the look on Claudette Harrow's face when I had not flinched. It was a small thing. Nearly nothing. A tiny, private refusal in the middle of a performance of total compliance. But something in the dark of my chest recognized it as the first evidence that the thing waking up inside me had already begun to act. Nights were the worst. Lying in that perfect bed, tracing ceiling patterns until my vision blurred, the house's silence pressing down like a burial shroud. Sometimes I could swear I heard the walls breathing, in and out, as though the house itself was sentient. Watching. Waiting f

Pieces clicked together violently inside her mind. Her mother’s warnings. The old rituals. The wards she somehow knew instinctively as a child. Even the manor itself. “Oh my gods…” The Hollow King hummed happily beneath the mountain. “Yes,” it whispered. “Now she understands.” The floor trembled again. A massive crack split through the kitchen wall this time. Black smoke poured through it. Not smoke. Shadows. Alive. The villagers outside screamed as creatures began emerging from the forest beyond the standing stones. Tall figures with glowing eyes moving unnaturally between the trees.