100 Novel(s) Related To Real Ghost Stories

Angel “Oh please, Rita, stop these stories. They are not true,” Mat said, his voice cutting through the tension and pulling me out of my thoughts. “They are,” Rita insisted, folding her arms across her chest. Mat let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. “Because your cousin said it’s true?” he teased. “Let me ask you a question, have you ever seen a ghost before?” “Yes,” she replied without hesitation. I gasped softly, turning to look at her.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

​The Ghost-Archive ​"They’re ghosts, Aara," I realized, touching the flickering wall. The static reacted to my "Presence," momentarily forming the shape of a face, a city, a line of alien script, before dissolving back into chaos. "This is what happens when you don't ground your story in the stone. You become a 'Residual-Echo.'"

Everyone was too drunk or too annoyed to continue. Dylan started feeding the fire, and Freya launched into the scariest story she knew. "My grandma told me that back in the old world," Freya whispered, leaning in, "witches never feared ghosts or demons. We feared what you couldn't banish with a spell. And the one thing that was truly unbanishable was the Shadow Scale." My ears instantly pricked up. "It’s a local legend here, too," Easton interjected, looking slightly too interested. "They say it lives deep in the caldera, untouched by time. A massive creature. A dragon, essentially."

“You knew. And you didn’t say anything?” Rael shakes his head, looking like he’s seeing a ghost. “We thought it was fake, Dagen. Like the stories about monsters under the bed. Only these weren’t fairy tales. We were told the Velhara drank the blood of the worst wolves. That she tore them apart when they got too close, that her bite marked you before she ended you. I didn’t think any of it was real. We thought it was a horror story our mother told us to keep us in line.” His eyes drop to the blood on my neck, and then to Veyra, still trembling in my lap. “But it is, isn’t it?” he whispers. “She bit you. And you survived.”

If there's anything else, find a new place to rent it. Since she and Rolando had already explained everything to each other, it would definitely not be appropriate for her to live in his house. The night of early November was already rather cold. She went to the washroom to wash her face. When she came out of the washroom, the light in the corridor suddenly flickered, making her nervous. In the past, Cynthia often told her the legendary ghost stories of the University in her dorms. The most talked about was also the most famous topic in the school... There was no doubt that the female teacher in red from twenty years ago had disappeared in the middle of the night at the office building.

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

"But. . . but. . ." "Seriously, there's no such thing as ghosts, or witches, or witch hunters," Gina raged, reaching her limits of patience. "Those are just make-believe scary stories. Lame ones for that matter and if you're so scared by a story told by a sick, dumb girl then you don't deserve to be in the vampire team." "Okay, sheesh! There's no need to get all snappy," Katie said, stepping forward before she turned to the others. "Come on, guys. Let's get this done with."

And I didn’t expect her to fucking torture me with that image. I want to lose myself in her right now, but I also want to see that gleam in her eye when she learns something new. I take a deep breath. I promised myself a real shot with her, so ghost stories it is. But damn, it’s gonna be one hell of a long night. “Can you die from blue balls?” Hendrix mocks. “Ready to explore the supernatural tales of Waterloo?” She asks, biting her lip, her voice filled with excitement. “I’ve grown up around these legends, remember?” I say, still trying to pull myself together.

Octavio questioned. “Because I don’t enjoy sticking around the screen and writing some stupid codes. I like history, mystery, and how people lived those hidden worlds out there.” She chimed. “Hidden world, as in?” “I don’t know. People say mermaids do not exist, and I think they did; that’s why we are talking about them, right?” “What about ghosts?” He intentionally mentioned this thing that vanishes her smile instantly. “I think... they...” “Do you think we hallucinate things sometime?”

Ghost stories around a bonfire—what could be more suspenseful and playful? Alastair settled down next to me, his hand finding mine. He gave it a reassuring squeeze as he began his tale. "Once, in these very woods, there was a legend of a ghostly figure that would appear every full moon. They say that those who encountered this spirit were granted a wish, but at a great cost..." His words hung in the air, and the pack leaned in closer, their eyes locked on Alastair, captivated by the haunting tale. The crackling of the fire seemed to echo the suspense in the atmosphere.

Calderon has nodded excitedly, thrilled that Macey, the librarian, has left her seat to check on him, a simple invader. “Cool, I rarely see students marvel through that corner of this library. There are only a few and I could even count them using my ten fingers,” Macey has let out a bitter giggle. “I bet paranormal stories weren't the trend these days. People tend to be more realistic now. Nobody believes in ghosts and creatures aside from scared kids.” “I don't think so. Fantasy stories with vampires and werewolves as characters are gaining attention.” “Really?” “As what I've observed online.”

say while crying. "Honey, what are you talking about? It's just a myth. No ghosts just come out of a board. Maybe they disappeared because some bad person kidnapped them. Scare you, but the crime of human trafficking exists. Trust me everything will be fine!" "Mom, you don't know. There is a devil in this house. Rebecca said that eight years ago a family lived in this house and they disappeared overnight. Until now the case was never revealed. Mom, please! Listen to me. We--"

Wallace gulped nervously, asking, “Is this the rumored diabolical reaper, Mr. Rockefeller?” “Master, I think that is nothing more than mere folklore. Ghosts do not exist in our world. This is just an illusion!” said Jim. Wallace smacked his student on the head. “What do you know? There is more to this world than we will ever understand! The diabolical reaper really exists. I witnessed one in my younger days. Instances of its appearance had also been recorded in various literature passed down through the generations. Unfortunately, I was never allowed to learn the art of shamanistic healing,” Wallace said with a tinge of regret in his reply.

It was sold and is currently a computer shop. The End...?. ++++++++++ Female Spirit Story #1: Stolen Shots Hi guys, thanks for accepting me. I want to share a story about something that happened to me a long time ago. I was the type of person who didn’t believe in ghosts. I didn’t scare easily either. And I also thought back then that stories about them were all made up or just figments of people's wild imagination. Also, I thought that they were just created to scare others who will listen to them.

the first man answered walking away, "How about you? I said gripping him the his shirt "No sir" he replied like someone who had seen a ghost "How about the injured patient that was brought here a while ago by a red ambulance, any ideas on where he was taken? I continued asking still holding his shirt "Hmm, he was taken to the central hospital, it just few blocks from here" he replied releasing himself off my grip, then ran away, I quickly ran to the central hospital there I found Linx, he was in the blood storage room consuming blood as he pleased, he had even killed two nurses with the aim of sucking their bloods

"Well, it was just a small event. It was (1:00 AM) In the morning as I was sleeping and suddenly... I heard the sound of an enchanting voice. I was so curious that I wanted to found out what was actually happening at that moment. So I opened my door only to see a ghost coming towards me and for a moment, I had lost control of myself. I couldn't move as my leg wobble on the ground and I didn't know when I fell down. A felt the ground opening in as the person lean towards me only for me to find out that he was a monster. Gosh, I was dying slowly inside of me as I bravely look him in the eyes and just then, my eyes brought out some flames as I shine it on him and he disappear immediately. "That's the end of the story!" "Wow! That's the end of your lie lie story which you've form! Some people murmur. " Gosh! There isn't even any magic connected to the story which he had told us. Other whisper at themselves.

What can you tell me about the Night Terrors? He rolled his thin, lined lips in, seemed to debate with himself. "Tol'ko skazki. Nichego solidnogo. Eto byla gruppa zhivotnykh, poyavivshikhsya posle GULAGa. Pod nimi nichego ne bylo. Yesli rasskazy pravdivy, to vam nuzhno derzhat'sya ot nikh podal'she." Only stories. Nothing solid. They were a group of animals that emerged after the gulags. Nothing was beneath them. If the stories are true, then you need to stay far away from them.

It has been ages since she got a call. She should have known. The last time she received one, it was when a civilian reported seeing the ghost of Fhae looking for the Roar which Ryder had been obsessed with going after for the past year. In the end, the report was half-true. Yes it was a ghost but a fake one–a mere manipulation of the mind all thanks to the wonders of magic. “Hello?” Raeya asked groggily.

And why did I feel like I had just witnessed something I shouldn’t have? A memory then sparked. A rumor. It was a story I had heard in school years ago. We were kids then, sitting in a circle while the power was out, swapping ghost stories. Someone had whispered about doubles—people who looked exactly like you, not twins nor relatives, but strangers who shared your face. The story went like this: everyone has one—a doppelgänger. But you’re never supposed to meet them. If you do, bad things happen. I’d laughed it off back then and called it simply superstition, another story to frighten children.