Stories About Haunted Houses Novels & Stories

According to some people, they could see a woman jumping off the roof every night. when the rumors went viral， The house became a focal point, and pedestrians and cars would take a detour just to observe the house. The house was left vacant, and it couldn't be resold or rented out due to the speculations of it being a haunted house. No one even bothered to clean up the house. No one had been here for the past three years. The yard was overgrown with weeds. The house was starting to look like a haunted house as depicted in horror movies.

They were real, not painted. But no people. Not one. Not even a bird flew past. Not even a dog barked. As we drove in, my mind went straight to the rumors. Those terrible things people said about a certain mansion that was hidden at the edge of town. People used to whisper about it in school, in the market, even in my father’s store. They said strange things happened there. Some said the house had ghosts. Some said it belonged to a man who was half human, half something else. They said once you enter, you do not come out.

Terrified of losing their jobs, those employees banded together to drive out the interns, using staged paranormal incidents to force them to quit. The fingerprint scanner failed because Zoe deleted the data. The freezing air came from remote-controlled cooling devices installed in the vents. Computer malfunctions were caused by embedded control programs. As for the elevator, they had bribed a junior member of the property staff. In my previous life, if I had resigned, I wouldn't have died. But Adam stopped me at every turn because he wanted my accidental death compensation. If I died in the elevator, both the company and property management would have paid out large sums.

Never have I had the courage to enter inside the building, not with the many creepy and scary tales I have heard about this place. When I was a child there was a popular tale that was going on about this house. People say the house is haunted by ghosts_ actually the ghosts are the owners of the building as I was told. A family of ghosts living inside the mansion scaring and eating people's brains, especially little kids that make the mistake of setting foot into the building. Hearing the story now it seems kinda pathetic and not practical. How can ghosts eat people's brains?? They are ghosts, they are literally matterless. What am I even saying. Ghost ain't even real but still it's kinda sca

"He swindled you!" She screeched. "Why do you say that?" Mum wondered. "That house is haunted. No one has been able to live there since Nana Baker died there over a hundred years ago." "Really?" I drawled in a bored voice. That was the latest excuse ever. "Yes, really! No one has been able to live in that house longer than three nights. They either run away, run mad or die." She related with petrified eyes.

Houses are meant to provide us with shelter and safety, but they can also be the site for different kinds of hauntings and other phenomena. And this is especially true if the residence that you call home has a dark past. I still hope you enjoy these stories, dear reader... Ready? ++++++++ Haunted House Story #1: When Kids Cry I want to share my cousin’s and her children’s story. This happened at my grandmother’s house, which was just next to ours. It occurred around Palm Sunday.

But now, she is trying to be braver in front of Aiden because she has been determined to become an independent girl. “The scenery here is really nice, you really have a good sense of home.” “This used to be an old building that burned down in ninety-seven. No one dares to buy this land because they think this land is haunted. So I can get this land for a cheap price.” "You mean this place is haunted?" asked Calistha shuddering in horror. Bad thoughts about Aiden's dimly lit kitchen or the door to her room that sometimes creaked softly at night made Calistha feel the hairs on her neck start to stand up.

said Celie. Nestie turned to Celie. “What do you mean ‘no one alive’?” he asked. Celie placed a hand above her mouth and laughed. “Well, Nestie. Local legends say that a woman in white haunts this house and its grounds,” explained Lisa, watching her friend’s reaction. Nestie stepped backwards and held Lisa tightly. “You mean this house is haunted?” he asked Lisa. “That’s what they say,” Lisa replied. “She is supposed to be my great-great-grand aunt,” said Celie as she stared at the open window on the upper floor. “And she died her of a broken heart.”

Meagan said sarcastically, her arms crossed against her chest. “It’s only dressed as a haunted house at Halloween,” Christian clarified. “Oh, good,” Meagan sighed. “But it’s one of the most haunted places in the world,” he continued. “Oh, crap,” Meagan said, returning to her former disposition. “You hunt Vampire’s for a living, Meag,” Aurora reminded her. “How can you possibly be scared of ghosts?” “That’s different. I’m not a Ghost Hunter!” “No, but if you were you’d have a heck of a show on A&E,” Elliott chimed in.

Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.