Novel & Cerita The Haunting Of Ashburn House

Looking around at the worn-out features and materials, it was clear that this house once had a touch of luxury, but now everything screamed of neglect, like it had been occupied by rogue wolves. “I see you’re in a hurry,” he said as we walked down the hallway. “But you’ll want to hear this.” Fabian paused at a large oak door and turned to face me, his expression suddenly serious. “Ashley’s not as invincible as you think. There are cracks in her foundation, and I know exactly where they are.” I crossed my arms, not allowing myself to hope too much. “Go on.”

Grey. I couldn’t feel my legs. Couldn’t feel anything but the pounding in my chest and the burning sting in my throat from screaming too hard. My knees hit the tiled floor, but I barely noticed. My hands were shaking, stained red, and I couldn’t stop staring at her—her lifeless body splayed across the living room like a doll that had been dropped and forgotten. Her blood was pooling fast, soaking into the rug I bought last winter. “I didn’t do this,” I choked, looking up at the wall of suits standing across from me—Bryce and the other two board members, frozen in place, horror etched into their aging faces.

I let out a cry. The footsteps behind are louder and are moving faster. I look behind me in the darkened hallway, waiting for whatever’s behind me to appear in the yellow dim light. I wait there anxiously, the nerves in my body make me almost want to vomit. The footsteps stop just before the light, I still can’t see whatever it is as it waits in the darkness. No sound is heard, the air around grew intense, my nerves were all over the place as I stared into the darkness in front of me. Just then the light above blew out letting out a loud pop. From behind I can feel the presence of someone. I can feel someone breathing on the back of my neck as I sit there too terrified to look behind me. “We

Out of all the unnerving things that could happen in a haunted house, the most unnerving thing is silence, and that was exactly what Joe came home to a few hours later. The garden was quiet, and no sounds from the whippers, no chainsaws, and there was no one on the porch. Everything was just silent. A minibus stopped close behind him and the doors opened cautiously. Joe looked around him and then he felt a presence close by. “Are these the volunteers?” it asked.

Tonsil knew the power of the demon in Myan should not be underrated but even she didn't think it would be anything like this. People's houses had crashed, utensils were scattered around the floors, broken arms lying around, broken bones taking the floor, it was unexplainable. The sight of blood flowing like water made her want to vomit but she chose against it. Ash was scared. Really scared. It was one thing to be afraid but it was worse when you had no idea why. But he couldn't stop crying, he just couldn't. "I will always love you." He mumbled to himself, sniffing one last time and then wiping his tears with the back of his hand, before frowning deep, and increasing his pace.

"How is it going with the huntsmen you hired to kill Dominic last week? They claimed to be the strongest." Agatha, the head maid pursed her lips. The two then left the castle, using the carriage to leave toward the small hut which had been the place where Lady Ashley had come when hiring the huntsmen. Instead of finding them, she found severed head organized in front of the hut. Dried blood was use to write in the wall. 'You are living with a monster, my dear mother. Be cautious. You don't want to be eaten.' Lady Ashley pulled out the cloak from her head, angrily clenching her hands.

"She won't be done 'til morning. Jobs are hard to come by these days—she's too scared to step out of line." With that, Mr. Gabelman started tearing at Madison's clothes. "Don't you want to know what it feels like doing it in someone else's home?" Mr. Gabelman's bloated body looked absolutely repulsive on camera. They went from the living room to the master bedroom—didn't even separate to shower. I nearly threw up watching it.

"Ash, wh..." That was all I got out when the lights of the house went out. I knew something was wrong then. Panicked, I followed Ashley's eyes. With the lights of the house gone there were eyes everywhere.I knew that's what they were, even though there were no bodies to accompany them. Never mind that they burned like flame of green and yellow, orange and purple, or that some seemed to be in the woods while others danced over the waters. I was afraid, suddenly. For myself, but more so for Ashley.

Someone who knew him well enough to call him out if he was losing his grip. Caroline agreed to meet him without hesitation. She watched him over her drink as he fidgeted in his seat, pushing food around his plate like it might rearrange itself into an answer. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked finally. Ben took a breath. “I think my house is haunted.” Her eyebrows shot up as she chewed, but he didn’t stop. “The ghost watched me in the shower.” He made a vulgar motion with his hand. She choked. Ben winced but barreled on. “It got quite the show. I mean, full frontal. Very educational.”

"So what happened to her and what kind of bad vibes?" Ashley paused from her laptop looking outside the window “She was murdered.” She sighed and turned to look at me. "You know. The lake thing. People get weird about it. Like... post-traumatic stress, and it all kind of disappeared after her candle night.” “Th…this was her room? She st..stayed here?” I stuttered, unable to find words. Ashley held my gaze, steady and unblinking and kind of confused. "Yeah. This was hers."