Fnaf Ghosts Novels & Stories

She was turning 20 in few months time and her aim was to live alone and make new friends while she finds out about her parents death. Crystal stood up from her weak scattered looking bed and walked pass her aunt. She was emotionless and had no fear about anything. She quickly did the dishes and when it was time to eat , she ate her food. She lived her Friday as a slave doing a lot of chores on her own. Red was in his room arranging his documents. He had visited his dad's company and had seen how everywhere was a mess. No one knew his true identity because he wasn't putting his mask on as usual. He went to different departments in his dad's company and discovered that A lot of workers were la

"Thanks so much." Logan gave the old female some coins before they left and continued their tour. "This is the territory of the Clan of the ghost" he uttered pointing at the huge kingdom before them. "Stop Danny" he commanded and Danny did. "Wow, looks terrifying. Any mortal will shit in his/her pants if they sight this kingdom." "Lol. Nothing is terrifying here. Just vultures, skulls, Red pieces of clothes, spiders, snakes, and rumbling of the sky." "Is that all you see? And who told you there aren't mortals who got phobia for spiders and snakes? Also, do you think it's everyone that can bear the different sounds going on?"

Steve replied. “You can call me Ghost,” Ghost smiled. “When I was younger, I used to get a thousand texts from the ladies and of course I would want to differentiate the important ones from the regular ones with a different chat tone. The one I just heard isn’t very familiar so I figured.” “That’s very smart sir,” Steve laughed. “I mean…Ghost.” “My daughter is telling you to come over tonight because her father is on a business trip isn’t she?” Ghost asked, his eyes fixed on his long nails.

Snow started falling—hard and fast. I stood there on the curb, freezing, shaking. Three hours in, my phone died. Sonia never came. Before the screen went black, one last thing flashed—Pierre's post. A selfie. Him and Sonia in front of some car, her face turned halfway. Caption: [Under the same snow, our hair turns white. Close enough to growing old together, right?] In the dead glass, my reflection stared back—smiling. Not bitter. Just done. The hundredth promise, traded for a concert and a boy toy.

It was displayed. My chest tightened as I lifted it with a gloved hand. The scent hit immediately, chemical, sharp, layered with something metallic underneath. Chlorine and cold steel. A smell I had not encountered in years but recognized all the same. It was the same ghost note that had clung to the air the night my parents died. This was not chaos. It was not a fight gone wrong or a rogue passing through. This was intent. Someone had gotten close enough to Owen to inject him, or had taken him elsewhere and left this behind as a message. Either option required control, preparation, and knowledge of what we were.

For not staying in the Arena. I don't care. My feet make soft noises in the snow as I run, nothing but a flicker of black between the trees. There're already a pair of knives ready at my hands. And I see them. Four Ghosts— three small, newly formed ones, and a giant one that must've ended up here from the battle yesterday. It makes me sick to my stomach when I see how much the face of the three Ghosts still resemble humans. But even that's disappearing by the second, into the distorted face of a monster.

Juana was confused "Yes. I first met her when I was five. She would sit on my wardrobe every night and cry. I would not be able to sleep in my room and I'd scream and tell mom that someone was in my room" "Really?" "Yes. That was when I began seeing ghosts. I was five like I said.. Mom disbelieved me at first because she thought it was one of those monster-stories that my teacher read to us in class. But then when I kept telling her there's a girl crying on my wardrobe for several weeks, she began to believe me" "That's a lot" Ella stood up and picked her lunch box. "Where are you going? You didn't finish your food"

“I was in and out of sleep.” “Thoughts of Titanic?” He turned to face her now, and he was sitting more closely than she thought prudent. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “Most of my ghosts reside elsewhere.” He closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I’m sorry, Meg.” “I don’t need your sympathy either,” she reminded him, though her tone was just as innocent as his had been. “I suppose not,” he admitted, turning back to face her. “But you have it just the same.”

’ ‘I heard the lights don’t work and if you go in there and say, gnaga, gnaga, gnaga three times, this freaky ghost will appear and cut you pieces. Alisa laughed, ‘Oh that’s ridiculous, I pray every night to keep evil spirits from this school. I’m sure God is looking after us here.’ Seeing as Alisa knew about the Gnaga story, it wasn’t long until everyone else did too. The story spread around the school quickly and became quite popular among the young year seven and eight girls.

it rasped, its voice a mechanical croak. Anya hesitated, a war raging within her. Could she trust this stranger, this outcast from society? Yet, what options did she have? "Yes," she finally whispered, her voice hoarse. The figure extended a skeletal hand, revealing a small, crumpled piece of paper. "Ghost wants to see you," it said, its voice barely audible. "Abandoned Warehouse, District 13. Midnight." Anya's heart pounded. "Ghost?" The cyber beggar cackled, a sound devoid of mirth. "Don't ask me. Just follow the instructions, if you know what's good for you." With that, it shuffled back into the shadows, leaving Anya alone with the weight of the message.