Short Horror Stories

The Haunted House

The old mansion on the hill had always been a source of curiosity for the town's residents. It had been abandoned for years, and rumors of hauntings and strange occurrences circulated among the locals. One day, a group of teenagers decided to investigate the house. They had heard the stories, but they didn't believe in ghosts or the supernatural. As they approached the mansion, they noticed that the front door was slightly ajar. They pushed it open, and immediately the air felt thick and heavy. The room was dimly lit, and cobwebs hung from the ceiling. The group began to explore the house, each room they entered was more unsettling than the last. The furniture was old and covered in dust, and there was a musty smell that permeated the air. As they made their way up the stairs, they heard strange whispers and footsteps echoing through the halls. The hairs on the back of their necks stood on end, and they began to feel uneasy. That's when they found the room. The door was locked, and they had to force it open. Inside, they found an old medical table, restraints, and a variety of sharp surgical instruments. The walls were covered in bloodstains, and the floor was sticky with a thick substance. The door was locked, and they had to force it open. Inside, they found an old medical table, restraints, and a variety of sharp surgical instruments. The walls were covered in bloodstains, and the floor was sticky with a thick substance.

"You shouldn't be here," she hissed. "This is my house, and you are trespassing."

The woman lunged at them, wielding a rusty scalpel. The group scattered, trying to avoid her attacks. But one by one, they fell victim to her wrath. The woman's attacks were precise and deadly. She seemed to take pleasure in the pain and suffering of her victims. The group watched in horror as their friends were mutilated before their eyes.

As the night wore on, the woman's true nature was revealed. She was not a ghost, but a deranged killer who had been living in the house for years. She had been capturing and torturing people who ventured too close to her home, and now the group had become her latest victims.

In the end, only one of the teenagers managed to escape the house. He stumbled out into the street, covered in blood and in shock. The police were called, and they found the woman's body in the house, surrounded by the remains of her victims. The house was torn down, and the town tried to forget about the horrors that had taken place within its walls. But for the survivors, the memories of that night would haunt them forever.