A Ghost Story Explained Novels & Stories

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.

"I only know because that the god's light in the blood of my family is lost. My father said that and he didn't say anything more. I'm always curious about the reason for this story." Olivia started thinking about something, then she said: "I've read a book named "The god's light". That book mentioned the reason for changing blood. Mixing blood can create and destroy divine light." "Oh, You are so knowledgeable! I've even heard anything about that book. Where did you find that?" "In my grandfather's library." "Oh! Your grandfather? Who is he?" "hmm... He's just a normal person..." "You're lying! Your grandfather is not that normal, you're concealing the truth. Just... be honest with me, pleas

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.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.