Freaky Ghost Novels & Stories

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

The others reluctantly moved in my direction, shamed into action. “Ah don’t like ghosts,” said Flossy. “How do you know?” I asked her. “You’ve never seen one.” “Ah have. On a school trip to Hatfield House. He had chains on his feet, and he walked through a wall.” “If he’s already chained up, what the fuck are you scared of?”

I paced across the room, my heart racing as the echoes of my last dream still clung to my skin. The furies. The whispered warnings, the icy grips, and the terror—they were becoming more real with every passing day. The eerie connection between me and the Underworld was no longer something I could brush aside.

Zac lets out a painful scream before fainting, than the monster swallows him whole. This whole time I’m screaming “No” “Noooo” but that doesn’t do anything to stop it. My family is gone, mum, dad, Zac, but wait where is Bethany. I scan the surroundings searching for a sign that Bethany got away but there are no sign. Abruptly I become aware of a low grunting sound that’s coming from the monster. Gradually I spin to face the monster; I stare at it waiting for it to do something when suddenly it speaks

The old Blackwood Manor, its gothic spires piercing the night sky. Twenty-five-year-old Riley Harper had joined the investigation as a favor to her friend’s production company, documenting the notorious haunted estate for a new paranormal series. She was a skeptic at heart, but the paycheck was too good to pass up.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

I nearly collapsed at the sound of his thick baritone voice. My heart was about to explode in my chest. “Don't be afraid, child.” I scoffed, raising my brows. “Don't tell me not to be afraid, you are dead!” I screamed, taking another step back. “How will I not be afraid when I'm seeing ghosts? I mean, who sees ghosts?!” I screamed at them, placing my hands in the air to act as a barrier between us. Fuck! I see dead people! But how come? Was that a fucking gift too?

Even William didn’t have such a ghost servant! “This… This is a female ghost under you?” Susan asked Alex, her eyes training Maiko cautiously. “You can say so,” Alex replied. “A ghost general?” asked Susan. “You can even see her strength?” “It’ll be better if you put her away quickly. Freya Mayer from the Exorcist Dragons has arrived, and she’s quite sensitive to ghosts and spiritual bodies. She also gets very disgusted with those who have ghosts under their control. If Freya were to see Maiko, she’d definitely go after her,” Susan said. “Having a ghost under you is not the right way, and you can get into trouble before you know it. Heed my advice, and let her cross over!”

I placed both my hands on my waist, trying to support my tired body as Dr Vicky covered the body up. “ Will you stay here and wait until your friends arrive?” She asked. “ Um…… I don't know, do you want to leave?” “ kind of, yeah”. “ Oh, but then where can I stay?” I asked. I damn wasn't ready to be left alone in a room with a dead body. There was seriously nothing to be afraid of, but I think I kind of unconsciously believed in the paranormal, and the thought that Edwina's ghost would probably be following her dead body around just threw me off. What if her ghost got so angry and unleashed it's wrath on me? I mean, yeah, I was the good guy, fighting for Justice and the right course, but who