Stories About Haunted Houses Novels & Stories

She is not the type that gives in so easily, this, he learned about her. "Damon, can you see that?" Megan asked pointing at a figure on the wall with anxiety written on her face. "What is it?" Damon frown. He could not see anything. "These images, why are they here?" Megan asked pointing more clearly for Damon to see. "They are kind of weird." This time, she was not hallucinating because Damon was seeing the images that keep flashing on the side of the wall she was pointing to. "Yeah. This is bound to happen when you visit a haunted house." Damon explained. "So many weird and scary stuff that can sweep you off your feet within a second. That's why it's called a haunted house, get it?"

"Aren't you waiting here for Sophia?" "No need. I don't want to see her," Nathan replied. "I'll leave with you." Emily retraced her steps through the narrow passage and saw the bright light at the entrance. As they stepped outside, it was crowded with people. Today was the weekend, and many people were at the amusement park. Other attractions had long lines of people waiting, but this haunted house had few visitors. As Emily walked along the path, she overheard people discussing: "Don't go into that haunted house! I heard many people experience paranormal events inside. There are real ghosts here..."

“I don’t know, Luna Ava. I’ve seen some weird stuff in my time. You can’t always explain everything with logic.” “Like what?” Chris asked, shooting Mike an intrigued look that left me a bit taken aback. Mike’s expression grew more serious, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Well, I grew up in a haunted house. No joke.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I took a bite of my pot pie. “Come on, Mike. There’s no such thing as ghosts.” “No, really,” he insisted, leaning closer. “Things would move on their own, and we would hear voices at night. Sometimes we would see shadowy figures in the hallways. It got so bad that my parents had to get a medium to cleanse the place.”

“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.”

I felt that wasn’t enough. So I cleared my throat and said, “I also have a story about knocking on doors. You’ve probably all seen it before, since I read this one online.” “There was a very poor man who could only afford to rent a haunted apartment. Before moving in, he deliberately asked the landlord about the story behind it.” “The previous tenant of the room had suffered heartbreak and jumped to his death from the apartment window. Ever since then, people often claimed to see the dead tenant come back.”

"The Asylum of Horrors! This is going to be the bomb! Ariel Davidson, let's go for this!" My best friend, Chelsea Higgins, pointed to a dark, eerie-looking building in the distance inside the amusement park, her eyes shining in excitement. I hesitated as I glanced at the building, instinctively feeling a little awkward about it. I had never liked haunted houses or other scary, bumpy rides. More importantly, I had also felt increasingly uneasy about always being the third wheel on dates with her ever since she got herself a boyfriend, Ivan Benton.

After I was done peeling the apple, I munched on it and began chatting with her, seemingly nonchalantly, like I was just talking about the weather, while telling her everything that had happened in my past life. Lacey's eyes were first filled with terror, then confusion, then shock. When I was done with my story, Lacey said with much difficulty, "Impossible… You couldn't have had a past life… That's all bullshit! "I'd never have killed you… I'd never… You shouldn't believe it… You're making a stupid mistake!" I threw the apple core into the trash can and wiped my hands clean. "Don't be stupid. Why would I ever kill you? Your boyfriend will do the job instead.

"Why? The rejection would be fine if they do not mark each other." Bianca shook her head. "That is not how it works with fated mates. Rejecting them makes our wolf weak. Your pack would force Draven to take his fated mate so we would not become weak." I tried to stop feeling worried. "What is that place?" Naia asked, pointing to the scary house in the distance. "That is the haunted house of the Voyena family," I explained. "The story says a bad force killed the whole family. Some people say if you stand by the iron gates, you can see a ghost of a sad woman looking for her daughters."

I did not want Zoe or Seraphina to mention it to anyone else. I cleared my throat gently and turned my attention back to our little group. “I don’t think it’s them, Charlotte is too young for this. Besides, I heard she’s out with her mother,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “Have you heard the stories about my father’s pack house? There have been reports of strange things happening there lately.” I added, wanting to distract them as quickly as possible. Zoe blinked and looked away from the lake. “You mean the hauntings?”

"I've just heard stories about it from the other kids in the neighborhood." "What kind of stories?" I asked. "Well, some of them say that it's haunted," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "They say that strange things happen there at night, and that sometimes you can see a ghostly figure in one of the windows." I raised an eyebrow. "Do you believe in ghosts, Jayden?" He shook his head. "No, not really. But the stories still scare me." I could understand why. Even as a grown man, the idea of a haunted house gave me chills. But I had a feeling there was more to the story than just spooky tales.