The House Of Horror Novels & Stories

All I have to do is ignore them, and I'll be fine. -------------------------------- "I really hate being in the library." Hilary complained. They were sent to the library to research about the history of their town through old newspaper articles. "Shut up, and help us. Come on." Henry, her twin brother said. "Hey, guys. Look at this." Xavier found a news article dated thirty years ago." Xavier announced. Everyone gathered around him, except for Landon. "Young boy found dead at the boy's locker room?" Olga read title of the headline.

Little did I know that ten years later, it would come down in a windstorm that shook the house, and I could swear to this day that it was a twister. Now that I have a new husband who doesn’t believe in ghosts at all, not as many strange things go on that did when the children were little, except for a couple of things. Between the blood roots in the basement that poke through the cracks in the cement floor and spread to everything they come into contact with, to the shadow in my closet that moves in the night and has eyes that peer at me when I least expect it. There have been so many times when I wake up after hearing my name called out of a sound sleep. This is one of those times when ev

Trigger Warning - This Chapter Contains Dark Content. The air inside was cold, reeking with the scent of dust and mold. It seemed this house had long ago lost whatever life resided within it. White sheets were draped over the furniture, reminding me of one of the many horror movies Aidan and I had watched over the years. I tried and failed to suppress my shiver at the dimly lit house. ‘This is going to take forever.’ Rayna groaned, ‘Do you see how big this place is?’

We all walked inside and entered the living room together, it was extremely large, clean, my eyes shifted to the same white pale walls that I’ve always come to known since I been a child growing up in this house – it Has never changed over the years and no matter how many times I’ve been in this house – it was the same damn reaction, Same thought that screamed in the back of my mind - welcome to your new prison. – no doubt Gary must have wanted his members on pack duties to make them feel at home – A safe place they can call their own. Even when they faced the notion they wouldn’t survive outside their old pack – but For the ones who clung onto some kind hope no matter how small it was – it

Why was Mom so worn out? My answer would have to wait. The twins sat back as one, even steepled their thin fingers together under their sharp noses at the same time in the same precise way. My own twitched, close to a sneeze from the heavy scent of the air. The dark room was full of old furniture and dust, the curtains drawn against the setting sun. Everything about their house screamed scary old witches. Picture Halloween at their house, only they lived it 24/7. Even the odor of old food smells, eau de boiled onion and cabbage with too much garlic had a haunted feel.

The one used in creating the zombies. He shone his eyes in terror immediately. "An X-blood is here. Master must hear of this!" He picked the maggot and a smile curled around his lips.

She argued solid and stretched open the wide gates of the haunted house. Bats flew in the sky making dangerous sounds. The complete premises was covered with dried leaves and cobwebs. The mansion looked old, colorless and out of life like a death invite. Amara gulped heavy. She is terrorized, is an understatement yet she was determined to save her boyfriend. As she was about to take her step forward again the same devilish figure appeared before her flying around her in air. This time he was angrier. "Didn't I warn you, do not go there. There is nobody residing inside." He told his same words used hitherto but this time with force.

My dad seems really distressed as he glances over towards the direction that he just came from. “Then speak your warning.” “Your time is drawing closer, your family is in danger, be prepared.” Then suddenly the monster disappears and I end up at my old house, but all my family seems to be alive. That is until I realise what day it is by looking at the calendar in the kitchen. It’s practically my dooms day. I can remember coming home in the afternoon finding everyone dead; the monster must be coming soon. I see dad standing in the exact same spot as he was when I found them, there is a sudden bang and I look around I see dad stand there, sadness showing in his eyes. He seems to look at me and

A house. It stood eerily alone, like something out of a horror movie. I didn’t remember seeing it when we drove in. Old-fashioned, creepy even, but fancy in a weird way. My breath caught—maybe I could hide there for the night. What’s the worst that could happen? It had to be better than wandering these streets at this hour.

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.