Haunted-house Stories

Abe Barrett is surrounded by ghosts - some of them are even his roommates! But now Abe's visions show something dark coming, and it wants Abe dead. ***** When Abe Barrett's family died, he started seeing ghosts. Soon he was living with three of them, and it turns out ghosts are just as eccentric as people. Abe is bothered by the ghosts constantly since he doesn't want to solve their murders, avenge them or do much of anything. He just wants to do his job and relax. His dreams, however, have been getting darker as people in town start to disappear. Soon Abe realizes there is something hunting him, and that same threat was involved with his family's deaths. A legacy of darkness is chasing Abe Barrett, and his supernatural roommates may not be enough to save him. [[word count: 60,000-70,000 words]]

Seventeen-year-old Hayley moves into a new home with her family, looking for a quiet new beginning. The house is spotless. Silent. Until the phone rings. No one else hears it. The landline shouldn't even work. That's when the shadows start showing up. Thats when her brother disappears. Hayley is about to uncover a truth buried decades deep, tied to grief, obsession, and a voice that doesn't belong on this side of the line. Only one other person ever faced it and lived-if you can call what she became "living."

"She ran from every ghost... until one of them held her hand. 'Don't cry... You're mine.' The ghost everyone feared became the only one who protected her."

New house? New environment? They discovered something weird and creepy inside that house..... Will they be able to escape or not Disclaimer : The story character portrayed in this story are fictitious. No identification with actual persons should be inferred. It's totally based on author's imagination Ignore the typos :D Enjoy the story 💜!!

When he built his grand, sprawling Victorian monolith in 1888, he built it like a fortress-or a cage. He lined the study with thick, suffocating oak, wired the halls for gas lamps that hissed like dying snakes, and poured his fortune into gold-framed mirrors that reflected a family drowning in silence. For forty years, Chicago knew Josiah as a titan of industry. They saw the public smiles, the philanthropic donations, the tailored suits that never bore a speck of dirt. They did not see his wife, Eleanor, wandering the third-floor corridors at three in the morning, her fingertips bloody from picking at the wallpaper just to feel something real. They did not hear the quiet, calculated terror that echoed behind closed doors-the sound of a man who measured his family's obedience in bruises and whispered threats. Until the night of December 14, 1898. The night the temperature dropped so low the glass in the conservatory cracked like gunfire. The night Josiah Spawn was found slumped across his mahogany desk, his throat open from ear to ear, soaking the Persian rug in a thick, dark lake of crimson that smelled heavily of copper and scorched fat. The heavy oak door was bolted from the inside. The windows were iron-latched. No knife was ever found. Eleanor vanished into the howling blizzard that same evening. Some said she walked into the black, slush-choked waters of Lake Michigan, her white silk nightgown floating like a drowned lily before sinking into the abyss. Others claimed she never left the house at all.

Everyone believed the Morgan family tragedy was a simple disappearance. On a stormy autumn night, twin sisters Amelia and Evelyn Morgan watched their parents' marriage finally shatter. In the chaos, Amelia was shoved down the crumbling basement stairs, her neck broken instantly. Horrified by what they'd done, their parents buried her beneath the dirt floor of the old basement, staged her bedroom to look like she'd been kidnapped, and convinced the police she had vanished. Evelyn knew the truth. Before she could tell anyone, she disappeared as well. Her parents claimed she'd run away after grieving for her twin. In reality, she was silenced forever and buried beside her sister beneath the same basement floor. Years pass. The old farmhouse becomes infamous as The House of the Missing Twins. Paranormal investigators, journalists, historians, and true-crime enthusiasts all want answers. Most leave convinced the house is haunted. They're right. The sisters refuse to move on. Amelia is fueled by righteous anger. Evelyn desperately wants justice and peace. Together, the twins manipulate lights, whispers, dreams, cameras, and recordings, trying to guide the living toward the truth hidden beneath the basement dirt. But the closer investigators come to discovering the unmarked graves, the more dangerous the ghosts become-not because they want to hurt anyone, but because every failed attempt means their parents' secret survives another day. When a skeptical detective, a determined journalist, and a gifted psychic each uncover different pieces of the mystery, the house becomes the center of a decades-old murder investigation. The twins have one goal: Find our bodies. Tell our story. Make them answer for what they did.

When seventeen-year-old Naya Porter moves from Boston to rural Georgia to live with her dad and aunt, she expects to be bored out of her mind. But there's something in the woods behind her aunt's house that has other plans for her. Something old and hateful that's trapped behind a twelve-foot-high brick wall that her family has guarded for generations. With the accompaniment of four new acquaintances from school, ranging from emerging crush to low-key nemesis, Naya must lead a deadly expedition through a breach in the wall where she'll encounter a nightmare-scape mash-up of horrifyingly real haunted houses. **New chapters drop weekly on Fridays!**

The first thing Zara Whitmore asked Malcolm Ashcroft after eight years was not how he had been. It was: Where's Adriana? She said it before she could stop herself. She had been saying it, in one form or another, for most of her life. Adriana Ashcroft manages the Ashcroft estate, plays piano like the room expects it, and has been watching Zara Whitmore from equestrian grounds since they were children. Zara is a first-year medical student with a forensic mind and a very specific problem: she has loved Adriana since before she had the vocabulary for it, and she has spent eight years pretending she hasn't. Then Adriana dies. And she doesn't leave. What follows is a ghost story that is also a love story that is also a murder investigation - set in the gothic town of Stonemere, where the Ashcroft family has been dying in patterns for three generations, and where a ghost who is fading a little more each day refuses to disappear before Zara finds out why. She kept the ring. She kept the diaries. She sat at 5:45 every day and waited. She waited for a very long time. f/f · sapphic · gothic · slow burn · ghost romance · mystery · literary fiction ⚠️ Content warnings: grief, death of a main character, loss of a parent, murder across generations, morally complex family dynamics. Full warnings in the first author's note. Ranked #1 in the fxf category

"The Ghost in the Town" In a quiet, isolated town where the streets turn ghostly silent after 9 PM, no one dares to wander outside. The townspeople live in fear of an unspoken presence, hiding behind closed doors as the darkness takes over. But 19-year-old Rachael is different. A daydreamer with a heart full of wonder, she escapes the dullness of her world by living in fantasies she weaves inside her mind-until one night, her imagination collides with something real. She meets him under the moonlight-a mysterious, captivating boy who feels like he was made for her. Their connection is instant, intense, and otherworldly. As the days slip by, Rachael falls deeply in love, finally feeling like she's found someone who truly sees her. But what begins as a beautiful escape slowly turns into something darker. With the truth unraveling around her and danger creeping closer, Rachael is forced to face an unthinkable decision: protect the one she loves or sacrifice to save the people of her town. The Ghost in the Town is a haunting story of love, mystery, and sacrifice-a tale where fantasy becomes reality, and the heart is asked to choose between what it wants and what is right.

Justice was supposed to set the dead free. It didn't. Six months after Amelia and Evelyn Morgan's bodies were finally found beneath the basement floor of their childhood home, the killers are behind bars, the town is beginning to heal, and the haunted farmhouse has become a memorial. Then one terrifying confession changes everything. Richard Morgan claims the twins were not the first secret hidden beneath the old farmhouse. When investigators reopen the basement, they uncover evidence that suggests the house has been hiding dark truths for generations. As Sheriff Thomas Hale and journalist Claire Bennett race to uncover a mystery older than the Morgan family itself, Amelia and Evelyn's spirits return-not seeking vengeance this time, but trying to stop history from repeating itself. Every wall has a memory. Every floorboard hides a secret. And some graves were never meant to be found. The truth beneath the floorboards was only the beginning...

When married YouTubers Ethan and Claire Holloway purchase a breathtaking Victorian mansion to restore on camera, they believe they've found the project that will make their channel famous. Instead, they discover a house where time refuses to move on. Every night the halls echo with footsteps from another century. Doors lead to rooms that shouldn't exist. The same family relives the night of their deaths over and over, desperately trying to change an ending that can never be changed. As their videos capture things no camera should ever see, millions become obsessed with the haunted mansion-but every upload pulls Ethan and Claire deeper into the house's curse. The mansion doesn't want visitors. It wants replacements. Now they must uncover the truth before history decides they're the next family trapped inside its endless loop... forever.

Seventeen-year-old Rowan Vale never dreamed that one house could change her life. . Moving to Ashmoor House after her grandmother's death wasn't Rowan's idea of a pleasant summer. Built nearly two hundred years ago, the Victorian mansion sits on a desolate cliff, where thundering waves attempt to drown out every secret the house keeps. Rumored to be haunted, locals tell legends about strange lights, ghostly music, and a boy who's been waiting for someone...for almost a hundred years. . Nothing could have prepared Rowan for the night she meets Elias Thorne. . Elias isn't dangerous. He can't hurt her. He's waiting. . Rowan and Elias begin to spend every night talking through things kept hidden during the daylight hours. With each sleepy conversation, it becomes harder for Rowan to run from the rapid pounding of his heart that echoes her own. She soon discovers secret rooms, diary entries, and sins that tie her soul to the old house before she was even born. Someone wanted Elias dead, and the secrets were buried with him. But Ashmoor House isn't just haunted. It remembers. The deeper secrets Rowan uncovers, the more darkness erupts from within the house's walls. An evil quietly waits for the chance to reclaim the solitude it has been gifted for decades. To save Elias, Rowan will have to break a century-old curse and uncover what horrors her family has hidden away. Otherwise, she'll lose the boy who understands her forever. Perfect for fans of atmospheric mysteries, slow-burn romance, haunted mansions, and beautiful supernatural secrets, The Silence Between Us is the terrifying and romantic first installment in THE ASHMOOR CHRONICLES.

One rule. That was all Eva's parents left her before they disappeared."Do not stay awake at 3:00 AM."It seemed like an absurd, unexplained joke-until the neighborhood fell dead silent, the clock ticked to the forbidden hour, and a hairless, eyeless entity with a horrific, stitched-on porcelain smile appeared at Eva's shattered window.Now, trapped in a waking nightmare with only her loyal dog, Pickle, Eva must unearth a dark secret buried in the ashes of a 1990 psychiatric hospital fire. A secret her own parents tried to burn away. The low, unsettling whistling is echoing from inside the drywall. The house is alive. And if Eva can't break the walls before the clock stops, Patient 0 will drag her into the darkness forever.A fast-paced, atmospheric.

Every house has secrets. But the Harper House doesn't just keep them-it whispers them. Behind its doors lie cursed objects, shadows that shift when no one is watching, and mirrors that breathe with faces that don't belong. Whispers echo through empty hallways, desperate to be heard. What begins as a search for the truth soon spirals into obsession. The past bleeds into the present, and nightmares creep into waking life. Each discovery draws the house's inhabitants closer to a curse they may never escape. Some doors should never be opened. Some secrets should never be unearthed. Step into The Chronicles of Harper - Whisper of the Cursed, where the line between reality and horror blurs, and every corner hides a story that will haunt you long after the last page This story is Paranormal Horror, Thriller, Supernatural Mystery.

A young adult woman moves away from her family to avoid the toxic relationships going on inside her home. She encounters a new family who she stays with. A family who will never leave her.

After finding out she can not have kids, Gigi and her husband, Gavin, decide to adopt, which leads them to Pater. After a 3-year process, they become a family, but it looks like Gavin couldn't care less. When they move into their new home, the oddest and most terrifying things start to happen: a reflection with a mind of its own, disembodied voices, and shadows and ghostly figures. What more can happen? As Gigi fights to keep Peter safe. She meets a ghost hunter by the name of Jasper Water. When this man came into both Gigis' and Peter's lives, he became what they needed. For Peter, a Father figure that Gavin doesn't want to be, and for Gigi, a friend, until he becomes more. Gigi is torn between her husband, a man who doesn't want their son, and seems to be becoming unhinged as the day goes on, or Jasper, a man who loves her son and treats her like a queen. Who to choose? Only time will tell, and time is something they don't have. Started:12/21/20025 finished:????

They told me the house was empty. That the boy I was supposed to care for wasn't real. Just a doll. Just a job. But then I heard things. Felt things. The whispers in the walls, the way the air shifted like someone was always watching me. I should be scared. I should leave. But there's something about him-something that keeps pulling me back. Maybe it's the loneliness in his voice. Or the way he lingers in the shadows, waiting for me to see him. All I know is... I don't think I want to run anymore.

THE LAST HONEYMOON A secluded villa. Endless rain. A honeymoon they'll never forget. Four days after their wedding, Vihaan and Kiara leave the world behind for Ashwood Villa-a forgotten mansion hidden deep within the misty forests of the Western Ghats. No phone signal. No neighbors. Only an old caretaker... and a silence that feels alive. At first, it feels like paradise. Then the impossible begins. Meals appear without anyone serving them. Clocks refuse to tell the same time. Footsteps echo from rooms that shouldn't exist. Every night, the rain grows louder... and someone-or something-watches from the shadows. Some places don't want visitors. Some places don't let them leave. Because every love story has a honeymoon. Theirs was the last.

Some houses remember. This one never forgets. When 17-year-old Anaya Verma moves into her late grandmother's eerie old mansion in the hills, she expects dust, silence, and maybe a few creaky floors. What she doesn't expect is to find hundreds of cassette tapes hidden in a locked basement room-recordings of people who shouldn't exist, voices from the past... and some from the future. One tape whispers her name. Another records her scream-before it ever happened. As Anaya digs deeper, she uncovers a chilling secret: the house isn't just haunted... it's recording time itself. Every whisper in the walls, every flicker of light, every echo... is part of something ancient, alive, and waiting. And now that she's listening, it won't let her leave.