Novel & Cerita Stories About Haunted Houses

Twenty miles after the driver got down a small road is connected to the highway leading to a dilapidated haunted house fifty kilometers north of the nearby village. Scary squeals of women are often heard from the house by the locals late in the night. But the villagers gave evidence that the house had been vacant for the last twenty years. The landlord of the house was contacted by the cops who supported the locals' evidence. Mysterious deaths have happened inside the haunted house since 1999 and the cops who came to investigate the matter met with death just like the woman. It is believed a ghost lives in the haunted house that does not like the woman and kills them in the most brutal way.

I replied to her. "Don't tell me you two believe in ghosts stories." She asked before eating her salad. "Of course we do." We said in unison. "I also heard, that the house where you're living is haunted by three little kids. I'm surprised you haven't seen them. Then again, they can only be seen on Halloween night." I told her while getting closer to her and then I said, "boo." Which caused her to get up and run from the cafeteria. We all laughed hysterically. That was awesome.

I pull my shirt down and put Codi against my chest so I can burp her. “Are you familiar with a place called Houska castle?” She sits down and turns her laptop toward me. There is an image of an ancient castle on the edge of a mountain surrounded by a forest. “No?” I look at the photo. “It’s in the Liberec Region of the Czech Republic. Famously haunted and said to be built on top of the gates to Hell.” She clicks another tab on the screen to an image of a mausoleum. “How about Saint Louis Cemetery Number One? In New Orleans?”

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.

He never told me what had happened when he spent the night; just that he would never set foot in that building again. I questioned him about what he had seen and experienced but he only gave vague explanations and mutterings. My disbelief of ghosts and haunted houses seemed reasonable to me since he wouldn’t offer any details of what had happened. It seemed that every time we got together after that, our conversations always seemed to gravitate back to that night. You couldn’t enjoy a meal or a few beers without his mumblings and warnings always popping up; just like the mysterious ghosts. I’d end up asking him to tell me what happened and we’d end up arguing because he wouldn’t give the det

- He screamed for her to scratch his eyes. His wife Miriam ran towards him, but it was too late. - God... - She said, finding him paralyzed. - No... Some days before... Along the other side of the city, there is an abandoned house... Which on the other side was rented by a high school teacher of history and literature, he was next to two other men who were marking the photos of some students, crossing with an x that they wanted to get them out of the way. The rented house was in a network of small community dormitory houses for teachers on the other side of a famous mansion that was rumored to be haunted.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

But of course, fate was cruel. There was only one empty seat left. Right next to him. I sighed in defeat and sat down. Travis passed me a cold bottle of water without a word, his fingers brushing mine. My heart stupidly skipped again. “Did you guys know,” said Axl, one of Seth’s loudmouth friends, “that there’s a haunted mansion up the hill? Locals say it’s cursed.” “Cursed like what?” Adison asked, wide-eyed. “Like… couples who go there either break up—or come back engaged,” Axl said dramatically.

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.

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."