Ghost Nightlight Novels & Stories

Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return! SEE live on stage: Johnny Alucard—a zombie nightmare with hex appeal! SEE buckets of blood! SEE a live murder! Triple feature shriek show starts at sundown Oct. 31. Stage show at midnight. Moonlite Drive-in HWY 139 at north county road. $5.00 per car—bring your friends, you’ll be afraid to go home alone! Something about this—something I knew I should remember. It floated at the edge of my memory, then it was gone like a passing cloud. I folded the flyer into my jacket pocket and went inside.

She wasn’t hungry but her fear made her finish everything in her plate and the milk too. “Your mother’s coming. Don’t tell her I’m here or else…” he was saying this when the door suddenly opened. Dara looked at her mother and then quickly at that boy but there was on one there. “Is he a ghost? Is this house haunted?” she thought. “Good girl! You finished it.” Ellen cheered. “Mom I think I need some sleep now.” Dara told. “Sure honey. Should I let the door open?” Ellen asked. “No, I’m fine today.”

Whatever is hidden in that building is much, much worse. * “There are automatic blinds that go down around four-thirty,” I tell my friends. We’re upstairs and ready to crash for what’s left of the night. “The house is light-tight after that, so you’ll have to turn on lights.” “Makes sense.” Nicole tosses decorative pillows onto the ground. “This place is really nice and not what I expected for Lucas.” “Right? I thought the same thing.” The guest room, like the rest of the house, is very modern.

"Everyone in back, move it! The higher-ups are breathing down our necks again." All the Phantom Patrols wore boring suits and had completely forgettable faces. Blanc and Noir stood out though. They kept taking a step forward, then glancing back at her nervously. Some Phantom Patrol they knew walked over. "How come you only brought one today? Are you still dealing with that York family mess?" He pulled out what looked like a Ghost Candle and offered it to Blanc. Both of them sniffed it hard—that was how dead people socialized down here, and it's called soul communion. They were pretty much like cigarettes for living people, but way more potent.

Shadows danced, elongating and twisting, as if mocking our every step. Suddenly, the forest fell into an eerie silence. The rustle of leaves ceased, and the wind died down. The Nightshade materialized before us, its towering form wreathed in darkness. Its eyes burned with an unnatural intensity, piercing through the gloom. "You dare challenge me?" it sneered, its voice a haunting melody that sent chills down our spines. "You may have rallied your feeble forces, but you cannot comprehend the depths of my power." Malachi stepped forward, his eyes locked with the Nightshade's. "We may be mere mortals, but our determination and love for Silverwood will not waver in the face of your darkness. We

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

So she cancelled that option "He's just lucky I need him" ****************************************** Austin found it difficult to close his eyes at night, what in God's name did he just do. A war with a ghost? "Urghhh" he muffled into his pillow as he pressed his face against it. "What is wrong with me!!"

But, oh well, talks with Sharon did this to her. She came closer and her brows flew up. She definitely didn't see this before. There was a locket right beside her snacks. She hastily looked around the silent house. The house suddenly wasn't seeming so silent anymore. There was something eerie about the way that the trees that she could see from her window were dancing and clapping without a definite pattern. There was something definitely wrong with the way she was suddenly feeling like a shadow lurking behind her. Returning to her senses, Geneva pursed her lips and flicked her forehead. What was she busy scaring herself for? Ghosts do not exist neither do vampires or any other form of creat

“I’m not helpless.” “I know.” A quiet, maddening certainty. “I just don’t want you tripping over anything in the dark.” Before she could come up with a retort sharp enough to hide the way her heart jumped, he turned toward the kitchen. Ember watched his silhouette move through the pitch-black room, his outline caught for a moment in a flash of white lightning—broad, calm, steady. Cabinet doors opened and something clattered softly, then a small bloom of light appeared. Ghost struck a match, shielding it with his palm. The golden flare reflected across his jaw and along the line of his throat as he leaned in to light the first candle. A moment later, another little pool of warm glow flickered

“It just doesn’t make sense. Besides, well… we were tired last night. Maybe we imagined it, or something like that.” “You can’t both have the same hallucination. That’s impossible,” Alex replied, his voice firm but steady. Scarlett crossed her arms, nervous and confused. “I just can’t believe it… I really can’t. It’s just… I don’t know…” Alex stepped closer and gently took her hands. “Look into my eyes, Scarlett,” he asked in a whisper. She lifted her gaze, still full of doubt—and then she saw it. Alex’s eyes glowed an intense, unnatural green, something supernatural, as if she were getting lost in his stare, drawn in and terrified at the same time.