The Old Dark House Novel Novels & Stories

he murmured, scanning the shadowy corners of the room, his muscles tensing with each passing second. Sophia, still gripping the old letter tightly, nodded. The walls of the house seemed to close in around them, the air growing heavier as if the very foundation of the place was aware of their every move. The house was no longer just an ancient structure. It was alive—watching, waiting, and filled with secrets they could only begin to comprehend.

Like we were heading to our doom. We arrived at the old house when it was almost dark. It was as creepy as hell Like I was heading straight into hell. At one point I almost backed out. The front door was left open and we stepped in. It was empty, the living room just like I remembered it. Nothing changed at all. It was quiet here. So eerily quiet that it felt odd. Zayden placed my hands in his and walked deeper into the house. I looked around cautiously and caught a glimpse of a green dot moving about.

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."

But the words cut deeper than any blade. "You can rest in peace now." My ghost trembled in the air, nearly coming apart. So even after my death, even in my father's mind, I was still nothing but a doomed curse—and my suffering was nothing but an offering to comfort his dead son. Just then, Old George, the family butler, came in carrying a steaming bowl of nutritional broth. George had watched us boys grow up—and he was the only soul in this cold house who'd ever shown me any kindness.

Now that she was sick, her mother decided it was best; her Nan had done so much over the years that for them, they had to repay her in some way, even if that meant moving to a place you barely knew. "Oh, sweetheart, I missed you too. Come now, let's get inside." Lisa urged them, gently edging them towards the house. The house hadn't changed since the last time she was here. There was the same table where her Nan would place her keys situated to the side of the small room. The walls still had that deep colour reduced hated so much; it strongly reminded her of blood. Nothing covered it except a tiny clock that hung loosely from a nail. The carpets were the same colour, and she wondered if her

she was scared and quickly went for the door but the door refused to open, she struggled but nothing and suddenly the lights went out “Oh my God” her heart was racing, she was breathing heavily, sweating pushing out her fore head slowly, her pupils dilated in search of light and then suddenly a bright red light shined from the wall close to her bed, and directly facing her, she quickly blocked her eyes as she glued to the door with fear and then suddenly she saw a figure coming out of the light, it was so uncomfortable to watch; a short old lady figure with a crooked walking stick with something big on her head, Yvonne couldn’t see her face. Whatever was on the old lady’s head was looking li

I refocused on the book in front of me with renewed effort. It didn't take long before books started coming in. I laid them out in front of me. The spells varied. There were pregnancy spells, summoning your dead relative spells, changing time spells, and bringing someone back for the dead. The biggest question was, which one was the darkness up to? My finger ran over one line in a book. "This one here. It takes six blood relatives and ten thousand souls." "What's that one do?" She asked. "It's an immortality spell."

She thought it was just her intuition tingling not until the old woman stabbed her in the heart with the steak. Hayley woke up, she jumped out of her bed with the blanket in her hands. She couldn't get her grip off it, cuddling herself, as she quivered whimpering, as the little light in the room turned off. She attempted to run, but the door slammed shut even before she could make it there, she twisted the knob, but still, it didn't open. She said a spell, and the chandelier above her head turned on, sending the bright light across the room. Hayley could see, she breathes, as she sat on the floor, her heart still pounding fast. She wasn't afraid of this old woman, but one thing she hated was

His family was well known in the neighborhood and well loved. That was why earlier in the night when he heard the screams and crashes from his new neighbors he became curious instead of fearful. He had snuck out of his room being sure to remain silent to avoid waking his family as he crept into their living room and made his way to the front door.

There was a musty smell about him, not totally unpleasant, but it reminded me of old books and antique parchment. 'Dearest Casey,' he said, looking distraught. 'You mustn't be afraid of the dark. You simply mustn't. Although, if you think you heard something, it's highly likely that you did. This old place creaks and moans worse than the deck of a Spanish galleon on the rough seas, and don't even get me started on some of the things we keep here. I constantly have to tell them to hush up and be quiet. It's really rather irritating at times.' He was still patting my hand. 'But you are not to fret about the dark. I can see everything, trust me and there is nothing for you to fear here.'