Chinese Ghost Stories Movie Novels & Stories

He nestled back on the couch cushion as Sidney summoned the movie on the flatscreen. “What’s this one about?” Cameron managed between ravenous bites. Noodles spilled from his greased lips. “The Headless Horseman.” “The Headless Horseman?” “Yeah, he’s a ghost who chops off people’s heads.” “Then why is he headless?” “Cam, just watch the movie. It will answer your questions.” Cameron’s eyes widened in the reflective light of the screen. “What’s it rated?” he asked. “R.” Sidney shoved a large bite of orange chicken between her teeth, waiting to see his reaction.

Inder began to select the existing row of films with his arms folded under his plane chest "Hmmm. I think it's no less exciting," Inder pointed to a poster with a long-haired woman covering her entire face. It was the latest Korean horror movie to air today. Amayra's goose bumps instantly stood up looking at the horrible poster, her face seemed to stiffen looking at it. Because Amayra is very afraid of ghosts, so is she strong enough to watch the horror film on the big screen in the cinema?

Marilyn rushes to the kitchen, “ what are you cooking? She asks, it smells burnt and.....You don't know you.......she quickly beings out the chicken which is no more brown but black and Marylin laughs and says . “Why didn't you wake me up since you know you cannot cook? She ask and she stares at the kitchen how messed up the kitchen counter was. Manual doesn't know how to cool but he wants to surprise his wife only for his food to end up in a disaster. He wanted to prepare pasta and vegetables and Chicken, after their sex, he only slept a little and when he woke up he began to search for a special easy food he could prepare to surprise his wife when she wakes up.

“Who? I don’t ask a third time.” “Monks. Tibetan monks. They’re superstitious. Want to find out if the Chinatown Monster is a demon or some shit. It’s good for both of us. I don’t even want to know who you are. They pay me to chase shadows and . . . ”—wrong word—“Not Ghost Shadows, they don’t care about gangs, they don’t care!”

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

She held onto my hand, was looking up as I stood over her. “Are you sure? From the trailer, it looked like the protagonist battles a ghost that possesses people.” “Yes, just sit. The movie’s about to start. I’m cool.” Even though she said she’s fine, she covered her face each time the ghost appears. Her reaction made me chuckle—it’s funny to saw a werewolf afraid of ghosts, considering our kind is supernatural too. Beyond the movie, watched her react is entertainment enough, though I didn’t want her to realized my impression of her.

(Battle Theme : 'Dark Chest Of Wonders (Instrumental) by Nightwish) "Master, two ugly ghouls are coming from the right corner!" Silver Moon spoke. "Four from the left!" Ming Yue rushed toward the right and in fast speed, she slashed the first ghoul and cut of the head of the second one. Yang Lixin who already adapted--even though forcefully, to supernatural things that was happening right at this moment, shot one of the ghoul while Bai Hu helped with his wind, shredding the rest to pieces. Ling Mao who was running along side everyone noticed how the ghouls kept appearing, it was endless.

My voice bounced around the tiny apartment, thick with rage I couldn't hold back. The ceiling light started going berserk, flickering on and off wildly. A chill shot up my spine, sharper and deeper than ever before. In the corner, a patch of shadow began to twist and ripple, gathering into one spot. A human-shaped silhouette, darker than the darkness around it, slowly peeled itself out of the shadows. The figure was tall and slender—it was a woman's outline wrapped in an indistinct shroud of black mist. There was no wind, but it felt like the air had been sucked from the room in an instant. Then, an icy, emotionless voice rang out. It wasn't in my ears, but directly inside my head.