Funny Scary Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

"When I was a kid, my friends and I used to dare each other to ring the bell. We all thought it was haunted, but none of us ever got the guts to actually make it to the door." "Oh yeah? Why's that?" "I dunno, weird stuff always seemed to happen around here. I know this will sound stupid, you know, kids and all, but one time my friend Billy actually made it to the door. He was going to hit the bell when we heard this woman scream bloody murder at him, so we bolted. I think it was a rabbit under the porch or something, I hear they can scream like people." "No, it's a ghost. She's a screamer. Does that shit all the time."

“Are you okay?” “Huh” “You’ve been staring at that corner… is there something in there?” “I think… I saw a ghost” I jokingly stated. “What?!! There’s a ghost here?! AHHHHHHH, we need to leave!” I laughed at her reaction. She was covering her ears and digging her face towards her elbows sticking together. “There’s no ghost! I was just joking” She’s always funny and her silliness always makes me laugh. “What?! You’re so bad!! You know I’m scared of ghosts!!” she’s not mad at all, just sulky.

“You look grim. Are you sure you're alright? Are you hurt? Do you want me to call the doctor? I'll give him a call immediately.” “I'm alright. Thanks.” Giana suddenly gasped. “What?” “Boss, did you perhaps see the ghost that lady was screaming about? What did he look like? Was he scary or handsome?” Bree rolled her eyes. Scary her ass. “Have you ever seen a handsome ghost before or have you read stories of ghosts that were handsome?” “Then that means you saw a ghost. Oh my, you must be so scared “I didn't see any ghosts. Let's just leave. I can't stay here for another minute.”

Sylvie was slightly furious. "What, are you belittling me just because I'm a woman?!" Ifor smirked but ignored her as he walked straight toward Frank. In just two steps, they all heard a noisy rustle of bushes and turned to find a dozen glowing eyes glaring at them. "I-Is that a ghost?" Scar asked, afraid. "Ghost, my ass." Ifor snorted in annoyance. "There's no such thing—it must be some animal. The old man was right—there's something strange on this hill!"

Alvin, ever the joker, was making failed attempts at shadow puppets, but it was Nathan who commanded our attention. “Okay, are you guys ready for a real ghost story?” he said, grinning at the prospect of scaring the wits out of us. “Once upon a time…” With that wicked smile of his, Nathan launched into a tale so creepy that it had us both quaking. It was a story about evil spirits that haunted the very woods we were camping in. He described the ghosts in vivid detail—their hollow eyes, their twisted forms—and even mimicked the haunting sounds they supposedly made. By the end of it, Alvin and I were gripping our sleeping bags, our eyes darting nervously to the tree line beyond the campfire.

I couldn’t suppress a laugh as I leaned in closer, watching her eyes widen and flutter nervously while she leaned back, trying to create distance between us. My face was just inches from hers, a playful grin spreading across my lips. “If you ever become a ghost, don’t think you could scare me. I’d follow you anywhere—even to the depths of hell.”

The ghost asked casually, while appearing to be pacing the floor. "What? Like the human who turns into a giant man-wolf during a full moon?" Miranda demanded, but she didn't let the ghost answer, "yeah I've heard about it. So much so that people write books about young girls falling in love with them, and those books have so much smut, its ridiculous." Miranda laughed. It was now the ghost's turn to send Miranda a deadpan look. "What?" Miranda asked when she noticed the look. "And what do you think of vampires?" The ghost continued to quiz.

'Thank you, Lord, I'll really be good, but not right now, hehehe,' I thought. "Let's go!" one of the men urged after finishing. "Are you done?" the other man asked impatiently. "Yes, let's go. I feel like someone's watching me," he said, looking around nervously. "Don't joke like that, I'm scared of those things," his companion said. "Me too. Ghosts are scarier than people, because I've seen people, but not ghosts!" he said. I wanted to laugh at their reaction. They practically ran to get away from where I was.

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.