Horror Story Sample (1)
It was a foggy evening when Sarah decided to visit the abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town.
Rumours had circled for years about the house being haunted, but Sarah, ever the sceptic, wanted
to see for herself. She pushed open the rusty, crooked gate and walked up the gravel path - her
footsteps muffled by the thick mist.
The mansion loomed ahead, its windows dark and its façade crumbling. Sarah hesitated for a moment
before pushing open the heavy wooden door, which creaked loudly as it gave way. Inside, shadows
danced across the walls, and the cold air sent shivers down her spine.
She wandered from room to room, each one filled with decaying furniture and cobwebs. In the dim
light, she spotted a grand staircase that spiraled upwards. Driven by curiosity, Sarah climbed the
stairs, her torch flickering ominously.
On the upper floor, she found a hallway lined with portraits. The eyes of the painted figures seemed
to follow her as she moved. She felt an eerie presence and quickened her pace, unsure whether it
was her imagination or something more sinister.
At the end of the corridor, she discovered a door slightly ajar. She pushed it open and entered what
appeared to be a child's bedroom. A tiny, antique rocking horse stood in the corner, and an old, dusty
doll sat on the bed. Sarah's heart pounded as she heard the faint sound of the rocking horse creaking,
though no one was there to move it.
Suddenly, a cold breeze brushed past her, and a whisper echoed in her ear, "Leave now." Panicked.
Sarah stumbled backwards, her torchlight revealing a set of ghostly footprints appearing on the
wooden floor. She darted out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the mansion as fast as she
could.
Breathing heavily, she glanced back at the house. The fog seemed to lift slightly, and for a brief
moment, she thought she saw a shadowy figure watching her from the upstairs window. Sarah didn't
wait for another sign; she sprinted, never looking back.
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Horror Story Sample (2)
The wind howled through the barren trees, their skeletal branches casting eerie shadows on the
ground. Emily and Jack had heard the rumours about the old mansion at the edge of town, but
curiosity got the better of them. They decided to explore it, armed with nothing more than a torch
and each other’s company.
As they pushed open the creaky, crooked, wooden door, the air grew colder, and the scent of decay
filled their nostrils. They stepped into the darkened hallway, the floorboards groaning under their
weight. The torchlight flickered, revealing faded, tattered wallpaper and dusty furniture. Suddenly, a
soft whisper caught their attention, sending shivers down their spines.
“Who’s there?” Jack called out, his voice trembling.
The only response was another whisper, this time closer. They followed the sound, leading them to
a grand staircase. The whispers grew stronger as they ascended, each step feeling heavier than the
last. At the top, they found a door slightly ajar. Taking a deep breath, Emily pushed it open.
Inside, the room was bathed in moonlight. At its centre stood an old mirror, its surface covered in
grime. As they approached, the whispers became a full-fledged chorus of anguished voices. Emily’s
hand trembled as she wiped the mirror clean.
Suddenly, the reflections of countless lost souls stared back at them. Emily and Jack were frozen in
fear. In the mirror, a spectral figure emerged, its eyes filled with sorrow. It reached out a ghostly
hand towards them, and the voices pleaded, “Free us.”
Fighting their terror, Jack smashed the mirror with a chair. A blinding light filled the room, and the
souls were released, their whispering turning into grateful sighs before fading away. The mansion
fell silent and the oppressive chill lifted.
Without a word, Emily and Jack fled the house, the morning sun rising behind them. They knew they
had freed the spirits trapped within, but the memory of the haunted night would stay with them
forever.
