Family Friendly Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

She used to whisper about the spirits who clung to the wetlands, waiting for a final tide to rush them away to eternal peace. And, she spoke of the demons who haunted the shallow waters. Demons who preyed on those reckless enough to travel too far into the wetlands. I smile to myself as I watch the fireflies dart through the bushes at the edge of the yard. This place–this marshy area of the Mississippi–has been my home forever, but tonight I’m seeing it in a new light. I believe in ghosts, but not the demons Mom talks about. Her stories are the same told generation after generation to keep children from getting lost or eaten by alligators.

"Everyone has a story, Joan. It's part of the tradition.." I looked at Emily. She smiled encouragingly at me. The room fell silent as they waited for me to begin. I took a deep breath, searching my mind for a story. I remembered a story my mom told me when I was younger. “There was once an old mansion far away from a hidden, forgotten town,” I began “It was said to be haunted by the spirit of a young woman. The woman was a bride who had died on her wedding night.” Sarah and Emily gasped.

Frank nodded—that was good enough for him anyway. "We're here!" the beggar exclaimed and suddenly stopped, pointing at a nearby hill. Frank stretched out with his senses to see that there was a graveyard halfway up the hill, and that there were people there. To be precise, it was more a curious energy signature that lingered there like when Frank turned invisible! "All the stuff about ghosts and haunting is but tall tales the forefathers told to spook each other," the beggar said.

She had already scared her enough by talking about ghosts. " You need to cleanse your home." That's what she had coincidentally come across online when researching on vampires. "I think it said sage or something like that. You will have to check online." "Gully! Have you ever seen one before?" "No I haven't but I've heard stories! " she had heard stories during girl scouts back in high school. "What stories?" Emma moved closer as if to hear a secret. "Aw my, look at me. I haven't even offered you anything to drink". She suddenly realised, getting up and looking around.

"Your... family's ancient status grants you the highest honor here." But when he looked at Sarah and Mark, his eyes filled with contempt. "As for you greedy mortals... Hmph." He handed me a Tarot card, but with a warning. "Be careful. The wickedness of the human heart is far worse than any of our spirits." Just then, bloodcurdling screams echoed from the floors below. [System Broadcast: Current Survivors: 5] Another seven people had died. He let out a dry, rattling laugh. "Some people," he said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "are bigger monsters than any of us ghosts."

“Fine, we’ll let Hellfire tell us a ghost story.” “I don’t know any ghost stories,” I say. “What about you, Siren?” Venom asks her. “Nope.” “Well, then, it’s time the two of you become good at making up stories,” Intrigue says. For the next couple of hours, while Hacker and Sphinx work in the van, the rest of us make up ghost stories. I have to admit, Raptor is really good at making up scary stories and Intrigue is as well. Megan’s aren’t terrible, but Venom’s are, as they said, pretty stupid. I’m not sure mine are any better, but I made up one about the ghost that lives in the river, and it made everyone glance at the river we’re sleeping beside more than once.

Suzan’s POV "After an exciting night of trick-or-treating with my brother's best friends—Jack, Beth, and Simon—I was ready to head home. As I rummaged through my bag for a piece of candy, hoping to savor the last moments of the night, Simon’s voice cut through the cool air like a blade, sending a chill down my spine." “Hey, what do you say we visit the witch’s cabin?” he asked, flashing that mischievous grin I hated. “I heard she’s more active on Halloween. If you knock three times on her front door and one of her windows shatters, that means she’s home. Wouldn’t that make tonight way more interesting?” My blood ran cold at the mention of the cabin. I was only eleven, and the rumors about th

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

Agatha exclaimed. There were a few other kids walking with us, but they were with their own friends, so we stayed in our group and didn't interfere. "Ghosts aren't real," I commented. "Oh, bestie! They are!" Agatha insisted. "There's nothing like that. And even if they were real, my mom says you should be more afraid of the living than ghosts. Because the living can do anything to you, but ghosts are already dead. They can't harm you," I boasted.

"Okay... I'll tell. My mother used to be a traveler, she spent her whole youth traveling this 1/3 of Ybirth and collecting many magical artifacts, you see. The stones attached to this book are entities separated from the elements, she created this book herself and recorded the strange things in this continent of Ybirth, all... everything, including the fact that the moon and sun shield each other forming a terrifying formation... that purple light shines down on this land and the Ghosts become significantly stronger." Andy listened attentively, eating gingerbread and following the storyline Celica told him, but when he heard the "Ghost" part, he froze as if he remembered something, something