A Ghost Story Explained Novels & Stories

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."

“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.

He just needs to trust me and let his emotions flow. "3 years ago, there was a person who died inside that stock room. He committed suicide because of love triangle. That stock room was known to be haunted because it's believed that his soul is still there, trying to take everyone who wants to disturb him." He said to me, it gave me goosebumps but if Giovanni was trying to plot a prank on me and scared me because of that story, well, he doesn't know me yet. I really like horror movies, I find them attractive. Not only that, I always wants to murder movies. I actually don't believe in ghosts.

Olivia was about to ask the deity when a powerful suction blocked her voice and pulled her into an endless black hole. At the same time, the 9th space began to be like a broken glass gradually cracked… The space changed rapidly after then… Another light appeared and vanished the whole 9th space. There was nothing left. Only a small, gentle light remained.

Vengeance has not been paid, on the contrary, it is also unjustly killed. Vera step by step closer to see the shadow, in her mind there is only one thought that there is a real ghost here. There's a broom nearby, but are ghosts afraid of brooms? As far as I know, garlic is the most effective thing to keep the spirit from coming near me, so she needs a piece of garlic in her body, but the garlic is not in her body right now, it's in the fridge, and the ghost is in the kitchen, what do you get?

But after all the goosebumps, 'twas just a tree. "Relax," she tangles her arm with mine, "those trees scare the intruders if any. A similitude of scarecrow." "Oh, but you're scared, too." "Of course! This forest is creepy! This is where the tears of our dead pack are preserved. Sometimes, those watch-wolves heard an agonizing howl in here." "Then there are ghosts here?" "That can't be!" I finally made a chuckle for the first time in a while. "That story is just a legend. It's a stupid creed to be true."

“About you, Jax.” That threw me off. “Me?” She tilted her head slightly. “You carry ghosts.” The words hit harder than I wanted them to. “Everyone does.” “Not like you.” I looked away, focusing on the herbs again. “You don’t know me.” “Not yet,” she said softly. “But I’ve read enough to know what kind of men haunt stories like yours.” “What kind of men is that?” “The ones who live when others don’t.” I froze, staring at the table. My hands had gone still, a few stray leaves sticking to my palms.

Never have I had the courage to enter inside the building, not with the many creepy and scary tales I have heard about this place. When I was a child there was a popular tale that was going on about this house. People say the house is haunted by ghosts_ actually the ghosts are the owners of the building as I was told. A family of ghosts living inside the mansion scaring and eating people's brains, especially little kids that make the mistake of setting foot into the building. Hearing the story now it seems kinda pathetic and not practical. How can ghosts eat people's brains?? They are ghosts, they are literally matterless. What am I even saying. Ghost ain't even real but still it's kinda sca

The dust from the stranger rose into the air, swirling into a shape she recognized—The ghost. His face was thin, pale, and endless. His voice echoed from every direction at once. “You killed one, but I am many,” the ghost whispered. “I am every fear you refused to confront and every truth you refused to speak.” Vincent’s claws shook with tension as he spoke. “You don’t belong here either.” The ghost smiled. “Neither do you.” He raised his hand, and the sky tore open to reveal a red storm filled with faces—thousands of brides all screaming, with their mouths stitched shut.