Family Friendly Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

Never have I had the courage to enter inside the building, not with the many creepy and scary tales I have heard about this place. When I was a child there was a popular tale that was going on about this house. People say the house is haunted by ghosts_ actually the ghosts are the owners of the building as I was told. A family of ghosts living inside the mansion scaring and eating people's brains, especially little kids that make the mistake of setting foot into the building. Hearing the story now it seems kinda pathetic and not practical. How can ghosts eat people's brains?? They are ghosts, they are literally matterless. What am I even saying. Ghost ain't even real but still it's kinda sca

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

he closes the lid of his laptop then puts it on the side table. "Then watch movie with me." "I don't like horror movie. It's all fake.” "There ARE ghosts in this world, Honey. Ghosts, spirits, haunted houses. They are most definitely real." He makes a face, a ‘meh’ face, "Can we play a game? Something stimulating, not just sit and scream watching this ridiculous movie." I'm gonna let that comment about this movie being ridiculous slides, simply because he pays me good. If he's one of my younger siblings, he would've been kicked somewhere the moment that word comes out.

Yellow". You glance at yourself from a mirror covered with cobwebs and that's when you know you're wearing a yellow shirt at the moment. You proceed deeper into the house and a woman's wailing could be heard. No... proceeding further is great trouble as something bad lies ahead of you... The wailing is everywhere and you can't figure out from which angel it's coming from. The young girl you followed earlier showed up all of a sudden and her neck snapped as if it's very weak... in twinkle of an eye, she is on her feet and standing amidst air with her head turned to the back, broken string like hands and white evening gown. She made a full bend and starts to approach you... you screams and sma

To settle my family's debt, I was forced to marry the comatose heir of a mafia family. On our wedding night, as I washed his body, a low, lazy chuckle echoed in my ear. "Enjoying the view?" I glanced up, meeting the gaze of my comatose husband's ghost. "He'll do." While everyone was pitying my fate as a young widow, I was striking a deal with my new husband's ghost. "Sign it. Now."

Whenever a child in the village got frightened by spirits, families would seek Peter to perform cleansing rituals. When Sarah and I first arrived, Nutty would tell us stories about his uncle's encounters with ghosts and spirits after finishing work in the evenings. We had always listened to them as mere stories. Now that we had encountered a ghost ourselves, we realized those tales were probably true. Time seemed frozen, unable to flow. In our terror, Sarah and I stared at the door, enduring each minute and second, hoping to hear Nutty's voice outside. As if answering our prayers, two knocks sounded on the door. Nutty called from outside, "Alex, open the door!"

she muttered with annoyance as she told Katie. “I don’t like Myra, too,” our youngest daughter pouted her lips, sharing her emotions with her sister. Aya heaved a sigh, looking sadly at our children. “Red, this is harder than I thought. Scarlett coming back from the dead was easier to explain than her having Rosie and Emmet.” I pressed my lips, nodding at her. I opened my mouth, hoping to share my thoughts, but Blue suddenly blurted something we all didn’t expect. “I saw the guests the other day, and they’re watching Ghostbusters...” He moved his head closer to us. “Daddy, maybe we should call them and catch Scarlett because she’s terrifying at most times.”

She needs to call Betty; the girl has started suspecting that something was going on that her best friend was not telling her which was true. How can you tell your best friend that there is a ghost that lives in your apartment and you are friends with the ghost? Especially when this best friend knows that every male in your life who had shown kindness to you, you ended up falling for the person. No, Maisie agreed again with her former thoughts, there was no way she would tell Betty that she was sharing her apartment with a ghost and besides she isn't dumb enough to fall for a ghost. No matter how much he gets her, or how amazing his brain is, or how he manages to take care of her problems or

A young couple moved in to a new home in Hawaii. They had a young son, Bobby, whom they would put to bed each night, only to find him the next morning sleeping on the floor in the corner of his room ... ... One day, the father put a wardrobe in that corner, and that night while the couple was watching TV, they turned to see their son walking out of his room as if he was holding someone's hand. Just before he got to the door, he dropped his hand as if the person had let go. He woke up crying. The couple were scared, and they called a Hawaiian priest for help. He told them that their house was built on a "night marching trail" — a path taken by ghosts. The priest said Bobby always slept in a c