The Haunted Novels & Stories

“My daughter-in-law was too timid to allow me to really know you, and I had to sneak in to talk with you, but you wouldn’t respond. I devised a plan to get to know you tonight when you’re drowning into the pitfalls of death.” “How did you know what was happening to me?” “The master warned about the disaster of Halloween.” “The Ghost of Michigan.” Matt’s voice came out gruff. Dead on his buttocks, he straightened his posture but the sensation of something crawling up twisted Matt’s attention there. He turned to take a look, only to find a crab attached to his arm, poking his leg into Matt’s skin. A pinching sensation arose in his arm more as he squirmed in his place, continuously trying to sc

She radiated a terrifying presence. However, there was a problem. Eliza, a famous ghost from the fog-shrouded city of Blackmoor, already dominated the long-haired ghoul archetype. Viewers would automatically compare this ghost to Eliza and dismiss her as ordinary, leaving her perpetually at the bottom of the NPC popularity rankings.

The CEO was busy reading the evening news at Wanda’s headquarters when an LED light started blinking. “Cleo, could you be a dear and let me know which participant’s light that is?” the grand high witch called from behind her desk. The black cat familiar morphed into a human and obeyed her mistress’ request. According to the board, the flickering light belonged to a virgin who was given the vampire moths. As the monsters were currently in the incubation stage, the light wasn’t completely out.

"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.

"asked Joe as he raised his head first then the rest of his upper body. "They are still here Joe. Please hurry and get the garlic! " " What u need garlic fo? How will that chaise the poltergeist?" "It's not a poltergeist", Helena answered, mastering the strength to start walking. Her steps quickened as she searched behind the couches, underneath them then behind the curtains. "Didn't you guys say we are being haunted?" "It's vampires, Joe. This is an army of vampires".

But they still needed a lot of training if we were going to be going head on into a war. “Hey, what’s that noise?” Leah asked. And I looked over at her. I could also hear a noise. It wasn’t a plane but it was above us and I moved further into the open field to look around and see if I could find it. Suddenly I saw a drone flying over the pack territory. “The vampires have drones now?” Leah asked. “That’s not a vampire drone. That’s military.” I said. “Human military?” She asked. “Yeah.” I said.

Their alphas had seen to that. As I move closer to the Haunted beach, my pace slows. From the distance, my eyes locate Jordan, watching the setting sun. There is no one else on the beach, and for a good reason. This beach is haunted by a ghost, or so is believed by outsiders. I and the residents of Bellpond know the truth of it. In the woods around it, a rogue werewolf lives named Mad Melony by the packs. She wanders the forest and is rumored to kill anyone who crosses her path. For years, many that were foolish enough to venture into the woods at night have never found their way out of it. To the day, they are lost. And dead, certainly.

Seated at the rooftop of her house Cassandra stared at the skyline of New Orleans for the millionth time and, again the same thought plagued her mind, ‘Darkness bounds within her; Andrea says it’s destructive, yet she’s a human, not a ghost. If it consumed her in its cage, why doesn’t it kill her? … so, she can transform into a blood-sucking monster crawling people’s heart out and devour it until the last shred of it disappears.’ The noxious craving of death isn’t new nor old, it’s deceptive as the month of Halloween.

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.

Date = 21 January A really really long fucking day. Place = San Francisco (Haunted house) POV - Damion They brought me here. To the haunted house. To Mel. Brick gives me the smallest wink before slamming the van door shut — a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it flash of alliance. Then the van pulls away. And I’m standing between the two new escorts I’ve been handed over to. They look like someone tried to clone Homer Simpson but ran out of intelligence halfway through. Same doughy faces. Same vacant eyes. Just with more tattoos and worse hygiene.