A Ghost Story Explained Novels & Stories

Without thinking, I walked outside, wanting to blend into the vast, frozen world around me. The weight on my shoulders grew heavier, my breathing became more labored, and my limbs began to lose sensation. I walked on numbly. The vast world around me offered no place of belonging. In the haze of my consciousness, a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of me. The person was panting as he reached out a pair of trembling arms to catch me before I fell. Though my body was weak, I still had some weight to me. In the icy cold, the frail arms struggled to carry me. Then, I heard a familiar murmuring in my ears, saying, "You can't die… You can't die…"

"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

I whispered back, then there I saw him opening his eyes slowly. "That is not human, so go back to sleep and let them play themselves in the middle of the night." What does that mean? They are not humans? And let them play in the middle of the night? When he saw my curious and puzzled face, he turned around to face me and look at me seriously. "In every dormitory, there is a ghost. It's a normal thing of course, that's why some students even though they need to travel far from their houses, they were choosing it over dormitory because they can't just handle some creepy things. So whatever you will hear and see needs to be buried at that moment. We don't need to see them, but we can actually f

She called it a ghost. Most people say that ghosts exists. They say that they are spirit beings that didn't die properly. Others say they are evil people who didn't live a proper life. What do you have to say? I think ghosts are spirit creatures that were invented to scare little children away. If you want to doubt me, you can, but take your time to read some of the stories about ghosts. Most of them don't make sense. Who would imagine creating a being that is always on white? Wouldn't it be someone who has an alternative meaning hidden away from the world? Just think about it for a while. Let me see what you can come up with.

"Once upon a time, this forest was inhabited by an old man who always carried an ax. Because he was old, his eyesight and hearing were disturbed. One day, there was a woman who bathed in the river. The man thought that the woman was a fox demon disguised as a woman. He swung the ship around the woman's neck and plaaakkk ....! he cut her head off!" They fell silent, feeling a cold wind blowing at the base of their necks. Although most of them said they were not afraid of the stories Nicholas told. But there was still a strange atmosphere they could feel. "Do ... do ghosts really exist?" asked Alexei who only heard the story, his face already white. "The ghost doesn't exist!" the rational Matt

My breath was choked up in my throat seeing her state. She was drenched with her own blood that camouflaged with her red shimmering torn dress. Blood blanketed her entire face. Her flesh was torn all over by the shards of the crystal chandelier. Some shards even stayed still on her cheeks. What caught my eyes were the lines of ripped flesh across both of her cheeks from the corners of her lips up to her ears. “Why do ghosts appear with a face before they die?” I quivered and looked away. “She desires something that’s why she hasn’t crossed over yet,” Grip opened up.

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

I curiously asked her, and she stopped in her tracks to look at me. "I… I'm not so sure. But I have read this one book. Well, I don't know if it's true or not, but it said that some of the ghosts here in our world are those who died and killed and didn't get the justice they deserved, while some are lost souls, and there are others who have not accepted that they are dead already. But I am not really sure about it, alright? It's just an article, a theory with no proof." She explained and continued walking inside the building, and I let out a sigh as I realized something.

“The question is if it really matters.” I joined Brett’s surprise at her words. She smiled. “There’s a lot of debate around what ghosts actually are. Are they what’s left of a person’s energy or are they actual souls? If they’re souls, it makes sense to hurry to help them move on. But I’m inclined to agree with my mentor’s theory, that they’re the remaining of people’s egos, not their soul.” “You lost me,” I said.

The beggar continued, "The way I see it, those ghosts are basically people with superpowers. They are driven by their own desires to hurt the living, while some have trouble controlling their powers after suddenly awakening to it." Her unexpected explanation actually enlightened Frank. Ghosts and hauntings notwithstanding, they were just people who could do what normal people could not—but they were fundamentally no different! Without hesitation, Frank rushed forward when a tall, well-rounded bald man appeared before he reached the graves.