Ghost Diary Novels & Stories

What is written inside it? She did not sleep. She sat at her small desk with her laptop open and the cursor blinking in an empty search bar and thought about where you even begin when what you are looking for has no name and no shape and the only person who knows anything about it is a girl who tried to kill you four hours ago. She typed: dark journal occult. Deleted it. Typed: ancient journals with hidden locations. Deleted that too. She pushed back from the desk and pressed her palms flat on her knees and stared at the ceiling.

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she softly whispered. His lips trembled as he replied, “More than my life itself.” “Then don’t choose silence,” she urged. “Not for yourself. Not for me.” The ghost’s laughter cut through both of them. “Beautiful lies. She tells you not to choose. But when the gravestone closes, she will be the one erased.” Vincent felt the words twist inside him like sharp blades. The ghost stretched out a smoky hand, and the journal appeared in its grip, with its pages fluttering open like wings. It glowed red as it opened, revealing dozens of names carved in blood within its pages.

” I said, hoping that there was also a way to communicate. I felt the ghost on my left slide off the bed and suddenly my bedroom door opened. I figured she wanted me to follow, so I did. The ghost led me to my sister’s room, whom I’m happy to say was away at college. Once there I spotted a drawer slowly open. Upon inspection all I found was a diary buried under a pair of winter gloves, a couple of tubes of lipstick and an oddly colored light bulb. Picking up the light I wondered if this was all I needed. Heading back to my room, I quickly changed the light in my bedside lamp. As I watched, the blinds in my room closed, shutting out the sunlight and then the lamp turned on. It was an ultra vi

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

He urged. Then suddenly there emerged a vicious laughter from the burial. "You bloody princess, you give me the biggest punishment on earth, the type of death even dogs do not die." He breathed heavy. "Do you know I died three days ago? I became the most powerful evil force in the world. I am a ghost now." He remarked with pride and power entrancing a fussilade in the princess. "You cannot do anything to me. You cannot touch me." He declared. There was a villainous laughter left from him.

She dropped a flower on the grave stone which has the inscription. *IN LOVING MEMORY OF KINSLEY ADAMS* That was actually the man that got shot at the Grill. "How do you feel placing flowers on these grave stone" the little ghost girl appeared startling her as she held her chest. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. But you should have gotten use to me now " she said sitting next to Sarah who was writing something on her journal. "Why do you keep encrypting your journal? Ok I get it. You don't want it to get into wrong hands" the ghost girl said as Sarah gave her a look.

Fynn shook his head, “Under the assumption that it wasn’t an issue with the footage, we went back and turned the entire place upside down again. But we still did not manage to find another way into the lab. We even considered the possibility of this person being invisible, but there was no footage of the doors opening by themselves. And if an invisible person had sneaked in after someone else had opened the doors, the camera would capture the irregularities with the natural motion of the doors.” Fynn rubbed his bloodshot eyes, “As things stand now, we are still looking for an explanation for this anomaly. And meanwhile, since this person clearly exists, yet we can’t see them, we are temporar

Oh gaaaawd…. The most painful part of this - according to a source - because of the candle dying, that ghost would most likely haunt them or even kill them. So, as the MMDA says: WAG GAYAHIN, NAKAMAMATAY! (DON’T FOLLOW THEIR FOOTSTEPS, IT’S DEADLY!) +++++++ So, how far would you go for curiosity? Or maybe better yet, curiosity without guidance? I'm not so sure about my friends, but there are a lot of people who die in horror movies just because they felt the need to satisfy their curiosity.

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,