A Ghost Story Explained Novels & Stories

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.

I looked at her with a dubious look. “The dead don’t lie Katherine. These are flashes, ghosts whispering their own tales of memories from times past. It doesn’t necessarily mean that the ghost is directly here with us just, shadows of their memories. When something horrific, it imprints on the room or house in a negative way.” I was nodding in understanding of everything that she was saying. I knew a little about paranormal investigation. I watch Ghost Hunters and The Dead Files. “Something really bad happened here. The memories of that event are stained into this place. I don’t think it was in this room though.”

This was the worst, how could I explain it to her, she might not believe in me. " I have told you already, I don't know what a ghost is," I said. "Huh? Really?!" "Okay, you can't touch things because this isn't your world," I explained. "This isn't my world?" She went serious. "Yes, believe me, or not, but it's true!"

I further questioned him Hearing my question Draco face suddenly turned overcast as he said “It’s a Black blood ghost” “Black Blood Ghost?” I was stunned, I haven’t read anything about such a type of ghost in my grandmother book, and this looked something new and dangerous at same time.

“Tell them you have seen them, you have heard their message. Then ask them to leave.” She shook her head wildly. “I told you, they’re not like other ghosts, it won’t work.” “It will. They may be death omens, but they’re still just ghosts. They’re here to deliver a message, and they’ll keep haunting you until you tell them you’ve got it.” “Okay,” she said, biting her lip so hard that she drew blood.

Some have looked at them and smiled and normally, they smiled back. Then when you’re next to each other, you’ll still feel that your shoulder will brush against that of the mother’s. And in all cases, when you look back, you won’t see them anymore even when you’re in the middle of the corridor and it’s only been a few seconds since your shoulders touched. And yes, that’s only one of the ghost stories about the FC. There are many others there as well and we might talk more about them in the future. Too bad you can’t check it out for yourself since the building has already burned down.

in the evening when Angela and her daughter returned, they found the whole family seated at the living room waiting for them. They looked at them eagerly, it was scary to them, strings of thoughts ran through their mind, where have we gone wrong? What have we done? Angela breathed out loud, her heart beat faster, it could barely be heard by someone next to her, she folded her hands in fear tried to get words out of her mouth, but couldn’t, she had never been that scared in her life before. She was not ready to lose the battle yet, she was willing to do anything just so she could stay and make them pay for her misery.

After two years of working at Sensationalism, she still had not found the answer to her eyes. The prayer was still repeated. The host said that they have to pray three times for the game to work. This made Roxanne quieter. She knew she was the one who felt the coldest here. Ghosts appeared more in paintings, windows and walls. There was an oddity that intrigued Roxanne. The spirits here die for only three main reasons: hanging, drowning, and burning to death. Roxanne looked around the room for an oddity but to no avail. She also discovered that the spirits were getting closer and closer to her. “Hey, come back here. Standing next to this lady is very comfortable,” the maid spirit waved at th

"A ghost baby?" Vera and Brandon traded glances with each other. This was their first time hearing of such a thing. "Cassian, what exactly is a ghost baby?" Brandon asked curiously. Cassian answered, "There are three types of ghost babies in this world. The first ghost baby is formed because its mother has gone through an abortion or a miscarriage. Since the fetus is either undeveloped or has newly developed, its spirit isn't accepted by the afterlife. Because of that, the fetus's spirit continues to linger in this world, so it eventually transforms into a ghost and sticks to its mother's side.

“A witch?” Grams gasped. “Geeze, Mil, how else do you think you get a magical being like a white wolf?” Grandad rolled his eyes, making me laugh. “Now, get on with the story. We’ll need to meet this so-called mate of yours. Ghost. What kind of name is that?” Dad weaved our tale throughout the day and into the night. Grams kept our bellies full, and Grandad kept the fire blazing.