This Is Halloween Monster House Novels & Stories

The noise was subtle enough not to bring her mother out to investigate. Beth studied the stairs for a moment. She hadn’t been scared of the dark since she was little, but this house was weird in so many ways, like the layout, for example. It was old, and she figured someone had likely died there at one point in time of another, so she checked the stairs and was relieved that Halley was the only ghost she’d likely see that night. Carefully, she felt along the railing with her free hand and slid her feet forward across the thick, brownish-yellow carpet, taking her time so as to avoid plummeting to her death.

“Also, one of our classmates is good at organizing an event. She’s a monster.” “When’s your reunion?” Hugo asked. “On Saturday,” said Cael. ------ “I’m sorry, Damon, our house is ugly,” said Raven. “You know, not a comfy one like our house.” “When a house is a home, it’s comfy, Raven. It is not what we see at the house, but who is inside the house.” Damon said.

"I was so scared for you. Where did you go?" "You okay?" Xenos asked me. I nodded and smiled at him. Before I could reply to Adalyn's question, the principal spoke first. His voice was amplified with the help of magic. "Students. I'm glad to bring to your attention the retreat of the monsters outside the ward. Just as I had promised, the ward held, so be rest assured that you are completely safe here." I wasn't so sure about that. We still didn't know what that black mist in my room was.

She asked and I could sense fear in her voice. "Don't worry about me. Just tell me all that you know about the long night." "These things are for demons, djinni and witches. Why do you want to know anything about them? Is your husband a human or something else? Tell me please." She was curious. "No mother, my husband is not a human being and the other woman with long grey hair is now my mother-in-law. You can't believe that.." before I could complete it, someone knocked on the door. I panicked and forgot to hang up, I could hear my mom curiously asking but I had to get the door first. It was Anu, "hope you have talked enough to your mother. Give me my phone."

I hate being scared, I hate jump scares, and I especially hate being in dark places where things might jump out at me. “Actually,” I start to say, hoping to suggest something else, but Tony’s friends are already heading toward the entrance. “Come on, Tara,” Tony says, taking my hand. “It’ll be fun. I promise I’ll stay right next to you.” Before I can object, we’re all walking into the horror house together. The entrance is dark and creepy, with fake spider webs and scary music playing. I already want to turn around and leave. As soon as we get inside, everyone starts splitting up to explore different paths. The horror house is set up like a maze, with different rooms and corridors that all l

A soft beep. Click. It opened. Anthony raised an eyebrow. “Still the same code?” “Carolina probably never bothered to change it.” They stepped inside quietly. The house was silent, perfectly clean, the air a little too still. Kristen’s chest tightened as they walked through the hallway. Everything looked the same. She paused at the study door and reached for the handle. It turned easily. The room hadn’t changed. Same dark wood desk. Same tall bookshelf. Same heavy leather chair.

Either way, no one speaks. The servants walk on the edges of the carpet, their heads down. They’ve learned how to vanish without leaving the room. They’ve learned how to breathe without sound. No one smiles here. Not because they’re busy. Because they’re afraid. Every inch of this house smells like old power. Like iron. Like dust that’s never allowed to settle. The paintings on the walls show our ancestors in stiff robes and dead eyes. They watch everything. Everyone. And somewhere in this building, I know my father is watching too.

Vanessa paled. The monster she thought she controlled… had turned toward her. And he wasn’t playing anymore. As Lucien walked away from the grave, his phone buzzed in his pocket. A message. No name. Just a video attachment. He opened it. His blood iced. Zara. In the woods. Sleeping against a tree. Adrian keeping watch. And the camera filming them… was close. Too close. Lucien’s throat locked. Then the message appeared beneath the video:

Mohammed and Susan froze where they stood, their breath catching in their throats. Cold droplets of moisture clung to their faces as they raised trembling hands to shield their eyes. They pushed against the drifting clouds with their palms, as if trying to separate the air, until the fog began to thin and dissipate. Little by little, the dark shape grew clearer, until the structure finally revealed itself—awe-inspiring, ominous, and unmistakable. Susan whispered: This... this must be the House of the Apparition Sun. Mohammed (skeptical): It just looks like a mountain of black rock.

All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .