The Haunting 소설 & 이야기

I nearly trip in my hurry, but thankfully make it up. The creatures follow behind, stumbling and crawling up each step, trying to reach their prey. I’m about to turn to the left-wing of the house when another form appears from the shadows, followed by several other revenants. It’s Sahara. The revenants stop in their tracks, their mouths gaping open as bile droops from their grotesque mouths. Moans and groans resound across the hallway; we’re surrounded.

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

The answers they sought lay buried in the shadows, waiting to be unearthed. As they delved deeper into their investigation, they discovered a pattern. The disappearances seemed to be centered around a nearby abandoned mansion that was rumored to be haunted. Legends spoke of a vengeful spirit haunting the grounds, seeking retribution for past wrongdoings. Undeterred by the supernatural rumors, Andrea, Jax, and Rachel ventured into the mansion, determined to confront the entity responsible for the disappearances. The dilapidated hallways echoed with eerie whispers as they made their way through the decrepit rooms.

The day had started innocuously enough. Dani had cornered me in the cafeteria with her usual mix of hyper energy and scheming mischief. “Hazel!” she hissed, eyes gleaming like she’d just discovered a secret treasure. “We have to go watch this new ghost movie tonight. It’s like…peak horror. People are losing it.” I raised an eyebrow. “Peak horror, huh? And what exactly does that mean? Are we talking mild jump scares, or someone screaming and fainting in the theater?”

She kept laughing and walked back to the line. "That was not funny," Willow said to her and kept moving. "Give yourself a break Willow, you are just too pessimistic. It ain't cool" They continued walking until they got to open space. There was not a single soul there as the place looked deserted. "I do not know about you guys! But I think this place is creepy! What kind of a Halloween show would make us suffer this much?!" Hazel was frustrated. "Or, is this another puzzle we have to solve?" Willow inquired as she started looking at her ticket.

“Let me see if I can explain this so that it makes sense.” He walked into the ensuite bathroom to get a drink of water before returning to explain his meaning behind the statement that the house was haunted, but not with ghosts. “When something or someone haunts, he, she, or it manifests itself into a space that it normally would not belong in. It does not have to be a dead person. It could be an object or a live person or even an animal.” “I’m not following you,” I mumbled. I didn’t want to admit to him that, although I wasn’t one-hundred percent sure what he was talking about, something about it felt correct.

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.”

I stood near the top of the grand staircase, leaning against the cold stone railing, watching the drama unfold on the floor below. Clara was holding a small leather travel bag, her hands shaking so violently that she could barely keep her grip on the handles. Her face was pale, sunken, and covered in a cold sweat. She looked like a girl who hadn't slept a single second, her eyes wide and bloodshot with absolute terror. "The house is haunted!" Clara cried out, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her cheeks. "I see faces at every corner of the house! Whenever I turn around, there is a shadow staring at me! I can't take it anymore, Luna Maria! I am losing my mind!"

The old Blackwood Manor, its gothic spires piercing the night sky. Twenty-five-year-old Riley Harper had joined the investigation as a favor to her friend’s production company, documenting the notorious haunted estate for a new paranormal series. She was a skeptic at heart, but the paycheck was too good to pass up.