Family Friendly Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

as his hand in addition of the water moves on her clit and she closes her eyes in ecstasy and he smiles and move his finger in to her pussy and she moans out and he puts in a second finger and she throwaway her head back into the bath tub and she tightens her eyes and he puts his hand deeper into her and she moans her and he began to move his hand in and out of her and she held his hand for him not to stop and she began to moan loud and her husband smiles while she moan uncontrollably and she came and he washes her and he Carrie’s her a bridal style into the bedroom. Evelyn ghost returns into the house, she sob so hard. Evelyn mom sits beside her son and he wakes up feeling so much pain and

I ask . " What you mean ? " She looked confused . She seemed to be around 5 or 6 years old , maybe she doesn't know what ghosts are or even what's happening to her . I don't know how to phrase it so that I don't upset her . " What she means is .. Is your mom a ghost too ? " Michael casually spills out and I glare at him . He should have given me a minute to think ! That's not the way to speak to a young child - er.. ghost child .

Gasps rippled through the room. Ghost yanked him up by the front of his cut, dragging him upright. “You think she’s here for you? You think any woman under this roof is yours to touch?” Blood poured from the boy’s mouth as he stammered, “I—just—” The second punch shattered his nose. “You don’t touch family.” Ghost’s voice rose, sharp as a knife. “Not with words, not with hands, not ever.” ________________ The prospect sagged in Ghost’s grip, blood staining his shirt. Ghost’s pale eyes burned as he hooked his fingers into the back of the cut, ripping at the stitching.

If I had to guess, they probably didn’t get very many visitors down here. “Usss too.” It said back to me, and I swore I could hear a hint of sadness in the piercing voice. The answer left me confused, and even more shaken than I already was. These were the beings my village told ghost stories about. Horrible, malformed, and endlessly vicious creatures that had tried to kill their own mothers. They were the things that went bump in the night, and attacked without a second thought. What would they have to be scared of?

By morning, he'd almost convinced himself that Evie had been a dream. He would have, except for two things. The first was that weird stuff often happened around the Holiday family. The second was that this wasn't the first time in his life Sam had seen a ghost. They were all over the place at his grandparents' family home in England, and 'round about town here in Charleston. He had to admit, though, Evie was the first ghost who'd turned him on. All night long he'd had wild, sexual dreams about the blonde beauty. His body still quivered with frustration.

They belong here. My father told me an old story about the ghost wolf. Some say he only appears on the foggiest nights, his eyes shining silver as he looks for lost pack members. Long ago, when the pack was in danger, the ghost wolf would appear at the edge of the forest, guiding pups home and warning travelers. Others say he once saved a hunter trapped under a tree, then vanished when help arrived. Every time someone sees him, luck or protection seems to follow. So if you hear stories about the ghost wolf, remember he’s watching over us and keeping our family safe.

Mom and the others went back to the city before I did, so there were times when I still kept seeing my cousin’s ghost a few days after the burial. And yes, he was still a child everytime I would see him... Sorry if my story got too long but I hoped you all enjoyed it. +++++++++++ And yes, dear readers, I do hope you enjoyed that story too. Until the next time we meet, this is The Diwata, your Storyteller from the Supernatural Spa saying... I hope to see you again soon and fare thee well.

Dad said and rushed upstairs. " And also watch out for night creatures, especially the ones with fangs ." Dad said touching his canine. " Dad you're black, we don't believe in paranormal creatures except ghosts, and also that ghosts stuff is still hard to believe. Myths are for teenagers, especially dumb teenagers. Those chocolate addicts and video game freaks." I said and smiled. " Alright, I don't hope you see one in New Orleans and I hope I don't lose you that day." Dad said and winked.

I switch off the lights for extra measure. “So this happened when my mom was 17 years old. One day, she and four of her friends were having a sleepover when they decided to tell ghost stories. So, my mom was narrating a story about a doll that is a medium for dead spirits. People would often call their dead relatives and talk to them. And if you want to call the doll, you have to hold hands and chant, ‘Suzie, please come,’ three times. People named the doll Suzie,” I speed dial, Reed.

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.