Ghost Stories Club Novels & Stories

It was a lot to take in. I needed a long time to process it all. My ghostly roommate was actually a legendary former employee of my own company. I closed my laptop with mixed emotions. “So… did the accident trap you here?” After a long silence, Nathaniel’s voice echoed softly in my head. It was faint, almost hazy. “It wasn’t an accident.” My heart dropped. Before I could ask for details, the voice vanished. The next few days at the office were quiet.

Successes don’t really interest me right now, but fuck it if I am not eager to see a little ray of sunshine in all of this matter somehow. “Scoundrel? And the police hasn’t taken care of them?” I ask knowing just like Edmond Raye, this spoilt limb will become a problem in the future too. “Well; they are the living to their name. The Black Ghost club. No one has ever seen their faces, always with horrible looking mask which I will admit, is scary. The police has somehow or should I say conveniently avoid them?” Dante says adding more flesh to what he had previously said. My blood is boiling on the inside. I’m angry. I want to take my gun and go on a rampage, to kill everyone of those motherfu

The smell of burning rags drifted through the air, making Stacy gag a little. “Alright, Willow, I had other plans anyway. I am heading to the new club Majesta has opened. I don’t think I will get into the club part, though. Vampires’ only from what I hear. Not that most humans believe a word of it. The other night I went, and I met this amazing guy, but well, he is a vampire and not my type.” Stacy half fell off the table to follow Willow out of the room. They went into her kitchen, where she found coffee on the table. It was still warm. “You amaze me, you know,” Stacy said, then took a long drink of her coffee.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Strickland was not on her side. Patsy would have helped her; she was almost certain. But she had taken ill recently and was on leave. She hoped that, once she recovered, her mother would have her back, and then she would tell her everything. She knew that Patsy would help her. The other ladies were all strict and rude, just like the aptly named Ms. Strickland. It would do no good to try to tell them. So Meggy cried herself to sleep each night, hoping to be lucky and not to be awoken in a few hours by the sound of the monster creeping up the stairs. This night, she tucked herself in tightly, hoping perhaps if the blankets were taut enough, he’d give up and go away. That had never worked befor

“Put that on. We’ve got work.” Luca caught it one-handed. “Work?” Ghost turned away. “You’re gonna help me figure out who’s gutting my club from the inside.” “Ghost…” “Don’t talk. Move.” The harshness wasn’t real. Luca knew it. Ghost wished he didn’t. The storage shed Ghost converted into a strategy bunker was barely big enough to breathe in. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, illuminating walls plastered with maps, ledgers, security footage stills, and red string looping across thumbtacks like blood trails.

“Good guy. I worked closely with Stuart before he died.” The sound of mattress springs squeaking and a bed banging against the wall suddenly had me laughing. “Karma would make a point of one-upping us.” Ghost smirked. “So what happened to you, Ghost? Did you grow up with the Henchmen?” “I wasn’t born into the club like you were. My mum remarried when I was ten, and her new husband was in the club. It was expected that I’d join up. I travelled around for a while after university before coming back here. I got my patch five years ago.”

I bet these college students would not visit this club for a while. Jia then asked, "Is there any accident in this club after that?" "Accident? Hmm...I am not sure. I haven't heard any bad news about this place. Perhaps the vengeful spirits already left after this place was rebuilt. It has been eight years after all." "Really? I don't think so. Why I could see one sitting with us?" Jia's eyes then glance at the empty spot beside me. All eyes turned to that spot. And the people on the couch immediately stood up. Even I am also scared and scooted away and hid behind Jia.

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.

He agrees to meet us at the club later after he drops at the hospital. I reeve up the engine and make my way to the club. When I get there, Ghost is already waiting outside, a serious look on his face. " Is everything ok?" I ask and Ghost looks around before nodding. " Follow me." He instructs and I fall behind him, heading straight for the club. He opens the door, stepping in and I follow, only to pause when I see the sight before me. Two bodies are laid on the floor, blood smeared all over the floor.