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Hi, I’m new here! Like, I was approved just earlier. I joined here because I love reading ghost stories. I know I don’t have a third eye, but I had several experiences about ghosts. However, it doesn’t really bother me that much at all. Actually, I really just want to read some ghost stories as a way to lull myself to sleep. But while I was reading, I felt encouraged to talk about my previous experience. I’m just going to share it, okay? It doesn’t bother me at all. Actually, I’ve been amazed by it back then and it hasn't changed even now. I hope you enjoy it too.

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

​The Ghost-Archive ​"They’re ghosts, Aara," I realized, touching the flickering wall. The static reacted to my "Presence," momentarily forming the shape of a face, a city, a line of alien script, before dissolving back into chaos. "This is what happens when you don't ground your story in the stone. You become a 'Residual-Echo.'"

This question that I've asked countless times is like a bottomless abyss, and before I fall in completely, I hurriedly pull myself back: now I should be thinking about Zephyrine, not the damn diary. "I've heard of the so-called 'ghost experiences' of quite a few of my friends around here, but if you ask me," Caleb bristled, "the so-called 'spirits' ' would be a magnetic field, or energy . . anyway (anyway), I'm not really sure."

I repeat my inclination to understand the magnetic field around me that richly holds me. What I don't understand is, am I understanding? Is there a ghost supporting my intellect from behind? Could she be Amy after being dead? But my experiments have started giving sound speculations after her death. Can ghosts really help or deter human thinking? Ghosts are the remaining energies left out after complete bodily death. If it's energy and it's free. If it has no body. It can go for free anywhere. No one has ever before talked to ghosts in a scientific lab. Ghosts never so openly supported scientific understanding and research. But what if they are doing so now? The past happenings need not alwa

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Research tables with straps lay discarded on the side. Disguised as medical rooms. Designed for something else. Torture. No other word fit. One cell held a shredded blanket with old blood staining the corner. Another held claw marks gouged into steel. In another, I found a scrap of clothing that still carried a faint scent of fear. My stomach tightened. These were not unknown victims. These were wolves. Wolves from packs across the region. Wolves we thought had vanished for reasons we would never understand.

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

He looked again at the book I was carrying and let out a sigh, as if what he was about to say weighed more than he had expected. “What you saw last night…” he began, his eyes serious, “wasn’t a nightmare or a hallucination. Scarlett, the creature that almost drowned you is a gorgon. A princess of the lake, to be exact.” The words barely seemed real, and for a moment I thought it had to be some kind of joke. “A… gorgon?” I repeated, incredulous. “Like in the legends?” “Yes.” Alex nodded, his expression completely certain. “I don’t know why a lake princess attacked you, but I promise I’ll find out.”