13 Ghost Stories Book Novels & Stories

Brad said. Bias fixed him with an incredulous stare. “Are you serious? This is beyond odd, this is classic haunting phenomena.” Brad chuckled. He felt better now that Bias was here, and somehow the extreme seriousness with which the young man approached all this helped Brad take it less seriously. “Really, ghosts routinely go around rearranging books? Seems a little pointless.” “You’re thinking like a living, breathing human being.” “It’s one of my many faults.”

And the details were written about those pictures. She named them as demonic power spells. I sighed while going through the diary. Then came the pages for ghosts. She had written stories about the ghosts. Full stories like how she learned about a ghost in a place. Then she fought the ghosts and scared them away. The whole diary was filled with crazy things. Ghosts, spirits, Angels, demons, hell, heaven and God. By the end of that diary, I started to think that all the stories were real. I started to believe everything I saw in that diary.

He inhaled simultaneously, trying to catch any foreign scent. There was one another time he felt this way, while he visited the graveyard. He always thought it was because of that place. Now he couldn't shrug the feeling off like he did every other time. His wolf was alarmed and perked within his chest. "You got a stalker. It explains the strange presence and the murders," Logan stated, his eyes carefully combing the area. "They must be really good to not leave any clue or even a scent for that matter," Asher mused.

"Do I really need any books or spells?" "The book of spells," she corrected. "Has everything there is to know about shadow witches, our weaknesses and strengths. We wouldn't want that book in the wrong hands, would we?" "Most scarcely," "Then get the book, it can help you learn faster. I have a feeling we didn't just become us to help decapitate gruesome-looking ghosts." She said as a matter-of-factly. "You are my new friend, nice to meet you, me," "Me?" She laughed. "My name is Darcy. Also, I want to tell you something, the elder ghost isn't at the castle's library but deep inside the abandoned castle in the middle of Holler Forest. Find her there and don't go alone,"

The ghost said, but the answer was clear already. "Nancy, what a beautiful name." Melanie said. "Ah ha, I knew you were familiar, you're the enemies of Greenville Village." The ghost said, the girl rose her head, grabbing Autumn's shoulder and looked at her. "And you must be Autumn," sje started, an overflow of teats glowed out. Please you have to believe me, am not mad." She cried tugging on to Melanie's skirt. "Of course I believe you." Melanie said. "Alright but you two have no ghosts, am certain that every diviner has one at the least, so what happened to your ghost." The ghost asked, but the girls remained quiet.

Hello to my readers. First of all I want to say thank you to y'all that would be reading my book and I want to assure you that, you won't get bored while reading the story! Secondly, its a book about Eight College Students that went on a vacation and ended up having illnesses. This book contains mental illnesses that are psychological and beings such as ghosts. Thirdly, be rest assured, its my original work, anything in it that relates to human beings or to real life is nothing but a coincidence and please no plagiarizing.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

the Architect said, smiling cruelly, “I’m not the only one hunting you. The Board kept a hundred books on their computer. Scary stories, war stories, stories of monsters that eat stars. Now, the walls between the books are gone.” As he spoke, the alley began mixing with other worlds. Off in the distance, Maya saw a metal dragon from a space story flying above a candy forest. Ghosts from an ancient horror tale wandered through a futuristic city of glass. Everything was colliding. The long path had turned into a nightmare. “We need to go,” Julian said, grabbing Maya’s hand. “The Ghostwriter said the secret is in the title of Chapter 100. We have to reach the end before this world becomes a sto

But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward. She opened the book. The first pages were cold, filled with business notes and travel schedules. But as she flipped forward, the handwriting changed—it became jagged, frantic, and deeply personal. Her eyes landed on a single sentence near the end: Some ghosts don’t stay buried because they were never dead. A chill crept down her spine, turning her blood to ice. Before she could process the words, the lights throughout the estate flickered once, buzzed, and died. The house fell into absolute, suffocating darkness.

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.