Ghost Stories Club Novels & Stories

Caius tipped his head to the side, eying me in a way that made me feel even more underdressed than I currently was. “We call him Ghost because of how quickly he kills.” The nightclub sat on the corner of a busy street, making it difficult to place a car to stakeout the place. A line full of people wrapped around the side of the building, trailing off past a liquor store and a few closed shops.

I supposed I couldn’t judge if I was still so freaked out by the fortune teller. “Tell me about it,” the barista agreed. “But what else could they say? No one’s been able to catch the ghosts on camera or anything.” She paused then, pursing her lips a bit as she peered out the window. “If you ask me, Moonshine Manor has something to do with it. That place has… bad energy.” I frowned, opening my mouth to speak, but then shut it again when Chris touched my wrist. More rumors, I figured; it was just a house.

If you have any information, please inform us immediately. Patrick was so shocked by the news that his phone slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the floor. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Lily as he demanded, "Lily, did you hear what they just said?" Lily’s face turned deathly pale. Her gaze flickered in fear as she stammered in a weak and trembling voice, "Mr. Hart, Madam… Madam is… dead." Before she could finish, Patrick kicked over a chair in rage. "Go investigate immediately! Find out exactly what happened!"

“They’d kill me. It might not be as quick as when Tank killed Jefferson. It would probably be brutal like when I killed Stinger. And my body would never be found. My bike would be stripped and parts sold. Anything that would identify it as mine would be destroyed. All my stuff would either be sold or destroyed. My cut would be burned and my name never mentioned again.” “But the club….” “Is not as nice as you think it is. We got out of drugs and arms when Sinner and his family were gunned down. But we still do some shit.” He said in a no-nonsense tone. “The guys that got you in Germany and bounced you around? That’s part of what we do. Werewolf opened his security company; all the employees a

A club up ahead catches my attention. It's a small little club, with a few tiny shops nearby. I recognize some of them from passing through the other day. A little line of about fifteen to twenty people shuffles through the doors. I watch their excited faces chattering as they enter. I decide to walk past them and go in. Nobody can see me it seems, and I'm starting to feel cold again. Perhaps I can sneak a little energy to keep me comfortable on the way. Kind of a rip off being a ghost and steal being plagued by feelings and needs. I'll have to review this dead thing to Barima to compare experiences. I'd rate this like a three out of ten. Ha!

And they are also invested in listening to what the Student Council Treasurer was telling them— a horror legend that was allegedly written by the Academy’s Secretary herself. “She was always working late— well, she prefers to— and would often be the last to leave the Dean’s building. Even though she was known to not be afraid of anything, there was one thing that creeped her out when she was leaving the building…” Arthur said as he held his cup of tea in one hand and the other gestures things as he tells the tale. The members of the Occult Club were so invested in this, as it was something they haven’t heard of, it was new and can be used for the upcoming Halloween event. “Then what? What i

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

"Said she’d do anything if we hid her." Ghost walked up to me. He was so close I could feel the heat coming off him. He didn't look impressed. He looked like I was a problem he was about to throw in the trash. "Anything?" Ghost asked. He reached out and grabbed a handful of my white silk dress, his eyes locking onto mine. "We don't do 'charity' here, . If you stay, you belong to the club. All of us. You understand?" I looked at the gate closing behind me. I looked at the five men now circling us like wolves.