The Black Dahlia Haunting Novels & Stories

Noir had given her a grand tour of the house but he never showed or mentioned this particular room. At first, she halted, pretending the room was Pandora’s box. Who was having night tremors behind the paint-covered walls? Her sense of adventure pushed her into turning the knob of the door. Luckily, it was open. It was a noiseless entry. She stepped into the room and adjusted her eyes to the dark surrounding. Large curtains, a shiny silver color hung down the walls. The rest of the room remained dark shielding all the colors from her view. She searched for the person having night tremors and discovered the haunted soul to be Damon. Her forehead folded in confusion. She tried advancing but sto

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

As she finished clearing up like any mother would so she checked the doors and windows to be sure they were locked before switching off the lights and retiring to bed, a pleased smile on her lips while she did all this. At midnight, Olive began to dream again. This time she woke up in a field of white lilies wearing a white dress. She looked around and all she could see for miles where lilies all white in color. She had never felt so at peace. This peaceful feeling was however ruined by a dark fog that suddenly appeared in the distance and began to sweep over the flowers. Every flower that was touched by the fog would wither and regrow as a black dahlia. The fog kept growing closer and more

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

Not too long ago, half a decade or so it seemed, the scandal that forevermore inscribed the Gaunts’ name in the hearts of the villagers had come to pass. It was a sultry evening, the wind barely coming by when the street was suddenly filled with racing ambulances, its siren wailing in the neighborhood, waking up the villagers. They were heading toward the manor. It didn’t take long for the villagers to see three corpses being taken away, Senior Gaunt’s wife, Rose, sobbing, shaken so badly, a baby cradled in her arms as she went with the ambulance.

He didn't eliminate everyone easily without gaining information, however, just as he was about to find out who is the mastermind of all, he was kidnapped by an unknown person and died. The male lead once again turns back the time. The host's name is Dahlia. She was just an ordinary girl except she was cursed the moment she was born. The moment she turns in legal age, the curse would start to hunt her down. That is, death will follow her every June 24, each year from the moment she turns 18. She was an obedient child and always follow what her mother would say. Until she was married off for money. Despite her disapproval, she married the male lead. However, just as she got married, death hunt

"Emma went out to meet a client today. Could it be her in the elevator?" Anna's face went completely pale. "Oh my God. I was already joking with her about being wrapped up like a burrito. She's only been here a month. This is too horrible." Seeing the blood on the floor, others gasped in shock. "She just graduated from grad school. So young, and already…" "She was a little strange at first, but she was a good person. How could something like this happen to her?" The murmurs grew louder, filled with stunned disbelief and sorrow.

Could he not see how bad that looked like to everyone? “Well, Dale, get rolling. We need to find out what we’ve found.” Shayla watched Dale start his camera again. “Now, Berry, how did you find the box?” “I found it by following a trail left by the ghost of Liam Blackstone. The Malle meter would trigger and then stop just as fast. I’d swing around or take a step or two. Then it would go off again. Eventually, I tripped over this.”

The letter didn’t smell of mahogany or high-stakes litigation. It smelled of rosemary and mountain air, the paper thick and slightly yellowed at the edges. Bella sat at the small kitchen table of the cottage, her hands shaking so violently that the tea in her cup sloshed over the rim. Dante stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. He could feel the tremors vibrating through her frame. They had spent the last forty-eight hours purging the Blackwood ghosts, only to find a living one waiting in a village they had never heard of.