The Haunting Of Ashburn House Novels & Stories

At the far end of the hall, a door stood ajar, its edges flickering with faint light. Curiosity pulled him forward. Inside, Elliot found a small study, its walls lined with faded books. A desk sat in the center, cluttered with papers and a single burning candle that cast shifting shadows across the room. He approached cautiously, his eyes scanning the desk. Among the scattered papers was a stack of old newspapers, their headlines yellowed with age. ASHWORTH FAMILY TRAGEDY: MYSTERIOUS DEATHS PLAGUE ESTATE. He flipped through the articles, his pulse quickening. Each one detailed a different incident—fires, drownings, unexplained disappearances—all tied to the Ashworth name.

Hamilton asked panting as he hurried back to the house. “Yes dad, she's upstairs,” Ashley pushed out the words as she struggled to breathe. Fear paralyzing her power to move any faster as she felt limited. Pushing herself through the flight of stairs Ashley froze by the doorway as she looked at the sight before her. “Oh my God!” She exclaimed in horror.

But after they examined the inside and made sure of no dangers, Ashley and Faiz were the first ones to k in. " Is someone here? ", Faiz shouted. " If you are here, please respond ", Faiz keeps on shouting and calling. But after getting no response, their anxiety just keeps on growing. The house itself was creepy as hell. Human skulls flew in the air, the strong smell of potion brewing, rotten body parts whenever on the ground, the smell was coming from them. Spider webs were everywhere as if it was their hotspot, not to mention bugs crawling out of nowhere, it scared the shit out of them, and the size was not to mention, they were so big.

The woman asked curiously. “I don’t know, Joan, but I’m sure it’s something far from good”. The two women started at the house simultaneously, before they walked away to their various places... Ash walked slowly inside the house, gazing at the interior of the little cottage. The small but beautiful cottage was awash with historical stones and timber floors, with rustic ceiling beams and quirky angles. “Why have you come unannounced?” A female voice sounded, and Ash turned around to see where the voice came from.

*** ASHTON I stepped out of the men's bathroom, the white stain on my black shirt didn't go away but it was manageable. On the corridor that leads to the club downstairs, I saw the blond chick from earlier in the VIP section. At least something would go right for the night. She looked as though she was ready to devour me right here and now. You wouldn't blame her if you looked at me. I strode to where she was. Looking at her alone I saw her forcefully take in some air. Trust me she would need a lot of it to keep up with what I was going to do to her body.

- - “That was weird. She didn’t even say a thing.” Anthony and Asher looked at each other. What was the point of that call anyway? Damon cursed under his breath. They were still at the house abandoned by Mrs. Keevah and Harper. The things were still there. It only looked like the owner of the house packed some things for a short vacation. Most of the things were still on their places, and he found something on one of the rooms. Harper’s red hood. He picked it up and smelled it. All her.

I was mesmerized and still hurt at the same time. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier," she said apologetically. I forced a smile. "I'm used to it so that's okay." "I don't know what's wrong with him. Maybe he doesn't want to spend his time here because this house still haunts him." "Haunt him?" Ashley sat up in bed, I followed her. "Yes, what happened to him before." I didn't have any idea what happened to him before. I want to ask but I might look ignorant.

She tried the door, it wasn't locked, instantly her alert level climbed as she entered slowly, deciding to silently scan the place hoping to catch the perp by surprise, yet, the house was empty. Next she decided to use her wolf again and started sniffing the air all around the house for something that might stand out, and in the living room there was a very soft scent of ash. She went on all fours and sniffed the carpet, her scent is strongest here, she was on her back in front of the door! Asena's heart raced, what could this mean!? That ash smell was very feint, but there was no indication of a vampire kill here!? Four distinct thuds of someone leaping over the front wall made her head ris

I mean there’s no way that ghost are real right? With that in thought, Blaine decided to head downstairs and get a glass of water. He pass by the hallways and notice that there’s a lot of painting in this house. He never know of this fact because eversince he move in this house, he never really look around. He will go at work when the sun is not yet rising and he will go home late at night. Plus the fact that they rarely turn on the lights so he didn’t really have the chance to saw the paintings that are hanging in the wall.

"The woman you are screaming at currently owns forty percent of the empire we are building over your lover’s ashes. If she tells me to make sure your father loses his house too, I’ll have the eviction notice signed before lunch." Lauren stared at Caleb, her mouth opening and closing in horror. "You... you can't do that. Who do you think you are?" "We are the Blackwoods, doll," Asher’s rough, gravelly voice barked from the entrance. He walked into the room, his massive shoulders blocking the light from the hallway as he glared down at Lauren. "And you’re trespassing. Security should have broken your legs the moment you crossed the outer gate."