Gothic Short Stories

We’re adrift in a labyrinth of woven backstreets. A Stygian darkness settles over the pavement. Steam blows up from the gutter and soaks the world in a veil of white fog.

The Victorian home stood alone amidst acres of fields and thickets. Rain poured down intermittently, and clouds covered the entire grey scene. It was October, and a dreary day in Southampton.

Okay, this was it. She was either going to walk out that door and into the unknown, or she was going to march right back into her bathroom and remove this costume and order Chinese take-out for dinner. Screw it! She was going.

'The Tell Tale Heart' is located in a house that is probably old as a

"Supernatural is awesome" Cheyenne yelled sitting on the couch between me and my other friend Amber. As we were watching the show we heard a weird noise come from outside. Now let me give you a break down if you have ever watched the show supernatural you would know one don't watch when the lights are off and it's dark outside and two don't be home alone. "Amber, Cheyenne" I whispered feeling creeped out "Get me salt now" Cheyenne mumbled at that moment the lights started flickering and the backdoor slammed open. "Cheyenne, Amber, and Blair tonight you will parish" we heard a deep voice coming from outside. Cheyenne grabbed mine and Amber's arm walking backwards towards the front door. "Don't move a another muscle" the voice went louder. "Call Nathanael" Amber whispered to Cheyenne "Why me" Cheyenne

For the Gothic works I have done for this course, almost all the elements of Gothic Novel are present these stories. For one, most of the stories show how the atmosphere of suspense and mystery is prevalent in the story’s plot. These can be shown in many ways, but commonly, it can be shown within the antagonist’s character. For instance, most of the gothic stories I talked about in this course dealt with the antagonist who is either vampires or werewolves whose history is either a secret or in doom. Additionally, suspense and mystery are shown through the story’s plot or other characters which make the readers curious.

Her school was only two blocks away from her house so her walk was much shorter than that of her friends. When she and her friends reached Lincoln Street, Anne would take a right and walk down the winding road. Anne kept a steady pace so she would remain on schedule. No dilly-dallying or mother would wonder where she went. When Anne was almost to her house she would pick up the pace and run. This was because of the house next door. The house next door was painted jet black. The rocks in front of the house were also black and so was everything else. Anne’s friends said the house was haunted and so as to not get attacked by a bad spirit, Anne ran by the house on her way home from school each day. After slowing down she turned into her driveway and walked up the long path to the brick steps that were painted white that led up to the white front door. She would press the white doorbell and wait for her mother to come and open the door. While waiting she would count the number of white rocks in front of her house. When her mother opened the door she would always ask how Anne’s day was. Anne would respond with the usual answer of fantastic and then head up to her room to do her school work. Anne was very precise when it came to her school work. She didn’t want Mrs.Hubert to think any less of her. Every day was the same routine. There was no change and that’s how Anne liked it. A steady and constant

I went across the dark hallway to Lila's platinum white door. As I was turning the golden door knob I took a deep breath. When I open the door I am welcomed tissues and water bottles on the nightstand and the floor. The shades were not open making the room dim with a sobbing girl on her

Lisa ran across the woods as she heard those terrifying noises that brought back the haunting memories. It’s like she was living the moment again. Her eyes were filled with tears, running down her face. She hid behind a tree hoping nobody would hear her sob and come looking for her. She was terrified of her father and all the abuse she took as a child. She was frightened of anyone who tried approaching her. After a while of being alone on the woods she decided to go back to the family gathering they were having. As she was getting closer she saw a man standing outside, peeking inside the window… he was wearing a face mask and all black. She was even more horrified. She decided to go back into the woods and call someone to help

“Yo I didn’t wanna enter but I had to!” she said pretending to have an heart attack. “What happened in there?” Alexia asked worriedly. It was a dark and gloomy night and there I was at the bottom of a long and windy dirt road, which partially connected to the main intersection of the town, at the end a large abandoned manor, guarded by a tall black fence with an even taller and creepier gate. The wind was howling and the thunder was crashing, I felt scared, I reached the gate, it was locked, I was about to go back when suddenly there was a massive strike of thunder and the gate cracked open, a voice in my head was telling me not to go in, but I was curious to see where the strange noises were coming from. I creeped up the few steps that were there  and stopped, the door stared at me, I felt like it was calling me in, I heard a bang from inside and quickly galnced at the window, then I looked again, taking longer this time to see if the glowing red eyes I saw were really there.

As I opened the door I noticed it wasn’t just me. Was I dreaming? Was this an hallucination? Was I lost? “Wait don't go in there!” said a voice. It was a little boy. Why was he here? “Am I breaking in?” “Hellooooooooo!! Is anybody there?” I yelled as I walked in. I laid there and my eyes darted back and forth. I wasn’t awake, I was just sleeping. Cold chills stretched across my body, and my eyes were so open yet closed. I was seeing everything. The sparkling scarlet blood dripped off of the table onto the white rug in the shape of feet everywhere. “You killed

I wanted to scream and run. I wanted out of there, no matter what I had to do. I knew that running out of the room would make me look psychopath, and so would screaming my head off. Suddenly, the room felt different. It almost seemed… lighter. Like the air had been changed. I could talk and move now that I wasn’t paralyzed with crippling fear. There was the same blue-black shadow in the middle of the room that I had saw the first time anything happened. The more I looked at it, the more I could see certain features, like a small, pointy nose and large eyes. It was a young adult, probably about twenty-five. She was wearing a long, flowy dress with an apron over it. My heart fluttered. I felt an immense feeling of

The next morning when I walked to the house, an unusual chill fills the air. The light softly filters through the canopy of leaves above me. The chill of air brings small goose bumps to the surface of my skin. I walked up the steps as I did the last time and knock lightly. This time there is no answer however. Thinking to myself that maybe it was not a good idea to come back after all. I turn and begin to walk back down the steps. Until I hear a woman voice coming from the window.

The girl, laying in her warm bed, was staring. She was staring up at the ceiling, this happened every night, a bed was supposed to give comfort yet it makes her anxious. She had only moved to her new house in a secluded part of her neighborhood, and only a week in strange things started to occur. Something was here and it wasn’t playing games, she knew it wasn’t after the first incident with *it.* The girl had finally moved everything into her house, exhausted from the work and doing it alone. She had gone upstairs to her bedroom yet the door wouldn’t open. It was a narrow hallway, and it seemed that every door in the hallway had locked themselves. Of course, it wouldn’t have freaked her out as much if it weren’t for the door that closes off the hallway from the stairs had also locked as well. She had been trapped, she couldn’t do anything but wait to see if someone would come over but they never came.

My knees cracked as I bent down to grab her. My knees hit the cold hardwood floor right as Emily shot straight up. Dark straight hair covered her face but slowly her head turned to face me. She had gone so pale. Her teeth were as black as a Raven and as pointy as a needle. Emily's lips had turned black. They had cracked and peeled leaving bits of skin hanging near her chin. Her smile was huge and demonic. I looked in her black icy eyes and suddenly I couldn't breathe. I stumbled back trying to get away, but just then she lunged at me, her dirt covered hands aimed towards my throat and her long white dirt covered dress flowing along with her. I fell back by