Novel & Cerita Ghost Stories Club

It was late, way past midnight, when people started getting together and getting drunk, which is why I was sure we'd finally get some answers. It had been three days since Rhea went missing. Tip after tip, we had worked at finding out where she was, or who took her. All of our efforts had proved to be in vain. This was our second time now returning to the club to ask around if anyone had heard any updates on Rhea or the witches. I let Lannon do the talking with the barman. We wanted to get into Phantasm, which operated underground, beneath the club. Since the bar was for the supernatural, it was hidden away from the common eyes. Only whispered words got you in.

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

It’s not like they’d be that accepting of us once they found out what we were. “I know just the place.” Dad gave me his playful smirk, letting me know he was up to no good. I followed him towards a building with white lettering that read Club Whisper. I furrowed my brow as dad entered the building through a secret entrance. “Where are we?” “It’s a club for adventurous mermaids that want to get to know sirens, sea witches, or sharks. The owner pays off the sharks, and gives them memberships to keep quiet. If you can get in without being detected, you’re protected while here.” He explained, shocking me that he knew of such a place. Although, maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised. Dad did tell me h

Night< Barnabas and Patrick are waiting for us on the street in front of the club when we arrive. “Laura.” “Patrick.” “Took you long enough." I simply overlook Barnabas´s remark and move past him. I have no desire to deal with him having brought Patrick over to his side. The club seems to be closed tonight. As we all head towards the club´s entrance, Zeke emerges through the doors. “That´s as far as you go.” “Zeke, we´re here--” “The First Vampire is not permitted to set foot within this club.” We all turn towards Walker.

She whispers discreetly. "That a sick mother fucker was murdered in the East Wing of the club by one of the girls or that, they tossed his body in a drum and dumped him in the bin like trash?" I raise my brows at her, knowing that I am not being as discreet with the facts as I should. She gasps, clamping a hand over her mouth. "So it's true then?" She continues to stare at me with eyes larger than saucers. "Yes, August. It's true, all of it is true." I sigh, running a hand through my hair with frustration.

Felix just gazed at her, as he nodded. She continued, "And, after those demises, haunting is believed to be continued. Seeing apparitions and figures of persons, hearing disembodied voices and sometimes even woman's crying sounds. These all are the claims that people stated. Now, It's our time to investigate it." "Hmm!" "So? are you ready? Felix?" "Of course!" he smiled. Celia smiled back as she saw how Felix was fine and wasn't a bit nervous at all. "I like your spirit Felix boi!" Alex who kept listening to their conversation since the beginning ruffled his hair from behind, causing him to turn back.

Susan jumped on her seat as she got nothing but only worry on her face. The Talking Stones were stones that could speak and they knew a lot of information about what happened around them. However, they were a bunch of mischievous beings because they never say the truth about the things they know. They love to prank other deities by telling lies and spreading juicy rumours around. They also went by another name, The Mischief Liars. Not sure why but they were decorations in the palace gardens. Hecara's smile got even wider when she saw Susan's speechless expression. "Yes, those stones are my best friends and they are very reliable and can be trusted," she added. Then, she hummed happily.

The city of Aethelgard never truly slept, but at 3:00 AM, its pulse slowed to a low, rhythmic hum. For Clara, this was the hour of the "Shadow People." She lived alone in a cramped, third-floor walk-up—a space that always smelled of old cedar and damp plaster. It was the kind of apartment where the floorboards groaned under the weight of nothing at all, and the shadows in the corners seemed to have a depth that defied the laws of light.

Ghost’s reputation existed for a reason. I turned away from the monitors and looked back through the two-way glass overlooking the packed club. Friday nights always drew the biggest crowds. I couldn’t believe what we just found out. Then… The front doors opened again. My breath caught. Walking through the entrance… Was Elena.

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.