The Haunting Movie Novels & Stories

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.

[ Zade: If I tried to list out all the reasons I love you, I would still be counting and counting even on my way to heaven.] 🌹~~~~~~~~~~~~~🌹 The clock ticked. And she watched. But she feared to leave. It kept on ticking, and she kept watching. It was past five and he had told her to come down for dinner before six, but she was scared to leave the bathtub. Every second of him sliced through her head— how he had conveniently slaughtered the woman's head without any remorse. How his brother watched it as though it was some boring movie show.

Just hearing it made the trees outside the window blur like home was hiding behind them. “Give me the rundown again,” William said, eyes still on the road. Alexandra reached for the wrinkled sheet of paper on the dash. “So, about a month ago, this group of teenagers decided to go poking around this supposedly haunted house on the edge of town—” William cut her off. “Haunted by what?” “Allegedly,” she said, “by a spirit who hates women. Legend says it targets girls—hangs them in the rafters.” “Oh,” I said dryly. “Awesome.”

His jaws were chiseled and he had a face that even the gods would be jealous of, but before the man could even open his mouth to speak. A flying kick landed right in his temple sending him crashing into the ground, Genevieve screamed in horror as she didn’t know what even made Hazel act like this man was some monster from some folklore. “I said get your filthy paws off Lady Genevieve!” Hazel shouted, embracing the much smaller Genevieve in her arms like a mother protecting her child but Hazel’s stern face soon loosened up and contorted into one of fear the moment she realized he wasn’t moving. “Y-You killed him!” Genevieve screamed at Hazel, and they both began freaking out because they knew

Suddenly fear took over the six year old and she couldn't help but run, scared that he would attack her next, she ran straight for the front door, her mother had just come in from work so she knew it would be unlocked. She had ran all the way down the street, and had already turned the corner when a car pulled up beside her. She heard footsteps racing after her and did not look back fearing that it was her father, she pushed herself to keep running but it was short lived when she felt, muscular arms wrap around her tiny body. She let out an animalistic pained cry as sirens sounded chasing each other towards her house. The person who had captured her then turned her to face him. Damien.

“And you think a fifty year old man wouldn’t look at you the wrong way if you’re found wearing inappropriate clothing.” “I don’t see him at all. He visits, cuts grass, and leaves. Besides, I’ve always dressed like this for bed, even when my brother Cale and dad were around.” “I’m not your brother, Emily-Mae, nor your father.” “…the saints of all the angels, I command you to reveal yourself...” the scene on the Conjuring movie blared on the screen. The woman on the chair spewing blood on the white sheet while the investigators tried to exorcise her.

Nobody moved, especially when Xavier said: 'None of you saw anything. Larry Higgins received a call from his old mobile phone that his son got into an accident. The secretary of Sunnyvile High School informed him that Landon was taken to the hospital after falling down the stairs. As a father, it is the worst thing that a parent could here. He knew his son very well, and it is impossible for Landon to fall down the stair without someone pushing him.

Suddenly, Oliver and Gantz bolted, screaming as if witnessing something horrifying. "A ghost!" screamed one of the women, trying to see what the security guard and the driver were running from. Suddenly, everyone was running in circles, not knowing where to go. The mansion, shrouded in darkness, was not a safe option. Hanna, meanwhile, watched the commotion from among the trees, unable to move as she convulsed with laughter. But the explosion that followed was inevitable: a ghostly laugh echoed through the night, intensifying the terror among those present.

She weakly mumbled. "Any justified reason?" "I'll tell you later, right now isn't a good time." Elisa leaned back as she placed her bare legs on the crystal table infront of us. I nodded and averted my eyes back on the huge screen. The movie was quite shit to be very honest, didn't had any jump scares nor even a realistic ghost. From my peripheral vision I saw Stella hide her face in the crook of his neck when a bloody man suddenly screamed out of nowhere.

We got to the lady collecting the tickets and I glanced at the banner of the movie at the entrance of the theater room. "This looks like a horror movie." I raised my eyebrows at it. "Because it is a horror movie," the lady replied as she motioned us to go in. My eyes widened as I glanced at Dave. "You brought me here to watch a horror movie?" "Yeah, what's wrong with that?" He gave me a confused look. "I don't do well with horror movies," I whisper-yelled because I didn't want to draw the attention of other people. "I always feel like a ghost or zombie, whatever it is that was in the movie is out to get me too."