Chinese Ghost Stories Movie Novels & Stories

At the critical moment, Lindsay grabbed Sofia. "She's... she's not your mother anymore!" "If I'm not mistaken, she... she must be Chi Gang!" Lindsay didn't want to say it, but the person before them was indeed Chi Gang, not Macy. "Who's Chi Gang?" Sofia asked urgently. "A ghost fetus of a dead person," Kiran replied. “What?” Sofia gasped, realizing her mother was possessed by a ghost fetus, nearly fainting. Lindsay quickly steadied her. "Hahaha, Kiran, if Byron Murphy hadn't slipped on Kirin Mountain, do you think you would still be alive to talk to me now?"

Still safe thought Ilona. The music was suddenly silent. Ilona felt that an apparition would indeed appear in the horror film. She immediately closed her eyes, she didn't want to see the appearance of an ugly ghost or something. She closed her eyes for a long time but there was no climax music. Out of curiosity, Ilona opened her eyes. Booooooo..! The ghost appeared suddenly. Looks like a female ghost in the movie who stares with a slimy face and is very scary. “Huaaaaa……!” shouted Ilona.

"Why'd you choose a horror movie for our date?" Ying Yue patted her chest as she clung to Mo Zihan's arm tightly as they walked out of the movie house. Mo Zihan adjusted the mask on his face, "I like it when you cling to me like this," he smiled from under his mask. Ying Yue rubbed her nose on his arms, "How could you tease me like that? It was so scary. What the heck! Why would a ghost appear from under the bed?" She could still feel goosebumps on her body.

"Don't tell ghost stories in broad daylight!" Zhiluan somersaulted twice on the ground before taking flight again. "I'm not telling you stories! If you look into the mirror and see a long-haired female ghost in red on your back, that means the ghost has caught hold of your life. She's there to make you her scapegoat..." Following Zhiluan's incessant and horrifying storytelling, Qingyu covered her ears. Liu Feiyan stomped her foot and huffed in anger. "Xiao Chen! Aren't you going to control your cat? This place is scary enough without him telling us all these stories!"

"There's no way I was the only one seeing ghosts!" Tang and Sawyer, who'd clearly been eavesdropping, finally spoke up. "Ghosts?" Sawyer asked, his voice low and serious. "What ghosts?" Tang, who had been leaning against the wall like nothing could bother him, suddenly perked up. "Wait. Ghosts? Are we talking European phantoms? Japanese yūrei? Or like, vengeful brides in white?" His eyes lit up like he'd just found a whole new season of his favorite horror show.

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.

"That is because I am only half ghost meaning I'm not dead. I have narcolepsy so this happens whenever I'm asleep which is majority of the day." Cai Kang realized something and his expression darkened. "Wait a sec. I heard of an interesting story when I was traveling. There is an old story in the Yamaxun tribe that around twenty women who are sexually inactive suddenly woke up pregnant one night and they all claim that a ghost did this to them." The pair stared at the ghost who had a sorta guilty sorta nervous expression on his face. Kurai and Cai Kang are appearing very angry at him with the urge to kill. "That's you, isn't it?"

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

Her pussy was swollen and dripping, clenching around nothing. Ghost has tipped $25,000. Ghost: You’re doing so well for me, Aria. One more edge. Then I’ll let you come harder than you ever have on camera. She was almost sobbing as she touched herself again. This time he made it cruel, forcing her to go painfully slow, describing exactly how he wanted her fingers to move. The pleasure built higher than ever before. Her moans turned into loud, shameless cries. “I’m going to come… please, Ghost, I’m so close…”