A Ghost Story Novels & Stories

"Huh?" "They are not ghosts," Havu repeated, correcting Fyn. "They are souls, spirits, if you will. They are entirely different things. Ghosts are wandering things incapable of thought, Spirits, on the other hand, are those whose souls have survived when a being dies and no longer has a physical body in which to live. Ghosts stay in a place, they do not know why they died, they assume they are very much still alive and breathing. Spirits know that they have long run out of time. The reason they are wandering is that of a tie, often emotional, to a loved one. They probably have unfinished business or something they want to tell to those they have left behind."

" She was terrified. She trembled and clapped her hand on her mouth? It was awkward because the mansion was encircled by a concrete wall fence. "It couldn't have been an intruder. Perhaps it was a roaming dog, but they didn't own any in the mansion. It couldn't be a dog because there was no way it could have jumped over the wall fence unless it had wings. She was confused. "Oh, mother Mary, I am scared." She hauled the blanket over her head shaking tremendously. Suddenly she vividly recollected the story about ghosts; Her mother had once told her that in some families, the dead return during the night to haunt their enemies or watch over their loved ones.

It was sold and is currently a computer shop. The End...?. ++++++++++ Female Spirit Story #1: Stolen Shots Hi guys, thanks for accepting me. I want to share a story about something that happened to me a long time ago. I was the type of person who didn’t believe in ghosts. I didn’t scare easily either. And I also thought back then that stories about them were all made up or just figments of people's wild imagination. Also, I thought that they were just created to scare others who will listen to them.

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

Said a boy as he walked up to Autumn, "hey, can we hurry up with this cause I have somewhere to be. Oh I didn't sign up for this." "You have exactly ten minutes to trap your ghosts inside their belongings and bring them back, do you understand." Their teacher said, Autumn shook her head and yelled. "No, I don't even know what this is." "Don't worry you'll be okay, just copy someone. Ready, set, begin." Everyone was doing something with their Ouija board but Autumn, well she had no idea on how to even use the thing so she kept copying everyone especially Jay, he seemed to know what he was doing but along the line she got the step wrong and cut herself by accident, her eyes grew thin as her ha

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

Kate never would’ve expected such a twist in her parents’ love story. Personally, even at her young age, she’s already gravitating towards the view that most things in the world should be explainable by science. She hadn’t really believed in faeries till her ma told her about Mathias. In short, seeing is believing. Ghosts are a different matter though because she doesn’t want any ghost to appear in front of her just to prove it exists. She’d die if she ever saw one.

Arriving there, the surroundings were dark as it looked like construction had not yet begun in that area. Cael looked at Kyra as she grabbed him in his hand. Kyra’s nail almost sank into Cael’s skin. Standing next to Kyra was a ghost woman with no eyes, with tears of blood and her lips pressed to her ear and whispering. ‘Help her.’ Kyra closes her eyes and her whole body trembles. That ghost was weird, so she was very close to Cael. Kyra didn’t look back, but she nodded at the female ghost. “Kyra, what happened?” Cael asked.

had stopped caring about their descriptions. "You can't do this!" I roared, my violet-silver fire erupting in a blinding arc. "The Audit is over! We are the Un-Written!" "You are the Un-Edited," the Ghost replied, its form stabilizing into a tall, faceless figure draped in a cloak of Liquid Ink. "And an un-edited story is a failure. I am here to provide the Final Edit." The Ghost raised a hand, and the "Sovereign Static" began to Solidify. The lavender fog turned into Iron-Hard Lines of Text that wrapped around the villagers, pinning them to the ground with the weight of their own pasts.

I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, I shook a pillow, and a tiny paper figure floated out. Its face was drawn to resemble Lucas, and his birth details were written on the back! The fortune teller exclaimed, “That’s it! The lock and the paper figure work together, and since you've touched the lock, the effect on you is stronger. Luckily, you found it early.” I broke out in a cold sweat. That same day, I slipped the paper figure under Miles’ pillow and instructed my parents to watch him while he slept.