A Ghost Story Novels & Stories

Warmth surged throughout his body as it slowly took on a solid form and he could feel the wetness of the water on his skin. He leant forward from behind her. "Thank you..." he whispered in her ear. At the same time, a gust of cold wind brushed past and fluttered her wet hair in mid-air. She froze at the sudden abnormality and crossed her hands over her exposed chests. Her body trembled when a pair of cold arms appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her slender waist from behind. From the dimmed reflection on the glass, she could vaguely see someone with long hair and a muscular body; smiling at her. Her face turned as white as the white sheet. Is that the female ghost she saw last night?

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

A man and a woman happened to sit next to one another on a train. The woman took out a book and began reading. The train stopped at half a dozen stations, but she never looked up once. The man watched her for a while, then asked, "What are you Reading?" "A ghost story,"she said. "Its very good. Very spooky." '"Do you believe in ghosts?" he asked. "Yes, I do," she replied. "There are ghosts everywhere." "I don't believe in them," he said. "Its just a lot of superstition. In all my years, I've never seen a ghost, not one."

"It's the grim reaper's hideout. If you don't believe me, find it out yourself. But it would be too late to come back once you stepped in." The ghosts trembled. "...Why are you going there? Aren't you scared?" They still wanted to follow but they were afraid of the aura they felt at the top so they questioned me instead. "Are you planning to die?" "I am scared. But my body already died. " Of course, it's a lie. "If the grim reaper wanted to terminate me, then I could do nothing about it." I have to lie so these ghosts won't follow us. The ghosts were silent. They could not take a step forward toward the forest and be easily caught in the barrier. Because if they did, there's no way out.

they broke into a loud laugh as they shared some joke. Merindale did not care. She followed the seniors around, admiring the intricate details on the walls. It was painted beautifully with stories from Immortal history. “Hey there, newbie. You know about the ghost that haunts these halls, right?" Merindale was taken aback at the sudden question directed at her. She paused and looked back at the senior questioning her. Her eyes wide open. "A ghost?" "Oh yeah," he continued, his voice dropping to a dramatic whisper. "Legend has it that the Ghost of Lysandra prowls these very grounds. She's said to snatch unsuspecting newcomers like you.”

Ghost stories around a bonfire—what could be more suspenseful and playful? Alastair settled down next to me, his hand finding mine. He gave it a reassuring squeeze as he began his tale. "Once, in these very woods, there was a legend of a ghostly figure that would appear every full moon. They say that those who encountered this spirit were granted a wish, but at a great cost..." His words hung in the air, and the pack leaned in closer, their eyes locked on Alastair, captivated by the haunting tale. The crackling of the fire seemed to echo the suspense in the atmosphere.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

After a long time, Murong Cheng ground his back teeth and asked them, "After returning to the ghost village, what if you can't find a method?" Fearing that Murong Cheng would be angry with the village people, Old Ghost Huang busily voiced out, "This ghost is no longer an ordinary little ghost! It can take over a person's body, eat away a person's soul, and hide in an ordinary person's body to make people defenseless! There are countless ways to drive it away and scare it, but it's not easy to get rid of it completely! Otherwise, why don't ghost repellers call themselves ghost killers? Why don't ghost hunters call themselves ghost killers? Because it is too difficult! ...... From a physical p

My fist pummeled into hardened balls and my jaws tightened. Taking a moment to collect myself, I pondered on everything I had gotten so far. The Ghost apparently is someone close to me, my aunt's husband-an aunt whom I never even knew existed up until two months ago. Launching various attacks on my men and factories in Russia, he is out for revenge, and he won't stop until he gets his bloody revenge. A slow knock punctured the stillness of my room. A maid timidly walked in, bowing her head slightly.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, the sensor-activated lights in the corridor toggled on and off without reason, which made her feel rather nervous. In the past when they were living in the dormitory, Hazel always told ghost stories of Northtide College. The one that went around the most often was… the one about the ghost of the female teacher clothed in red who would show up at midnight inside the office building. It went as far back as twenty years ago. Back then, she had always thought of it as nothing more than a joke, but now... while she was in the middle of the corridor at midnight… Suddenly, she could hear Hazel’s ghostly whisper when she was telling the story. It replayed like a