Ghost Stories For Writing Novels & Stories

Who would have thought the horror writer who never believed in ghost would suddenly start seeing creepy ghosts and apparitions afterward? The story within the book which could only be viewed by him. Yes. Viewed. Not read. The plot always changed every now and then and the protagonist of the story would always haunt him until he wrote about them and spread it to others. The woman in front of him was the one who offered him a larger reading platform after he submitted one ghost stories online. "It's already late when I tried to return the book from that friend. He vanished out of thin air." He said after swallowing a piece of fried chicken.

“I promise, I think you are getting to know me far too fast. As long as everything works properly. Otherwise, I’d be happy to give it the once over.” She’d have to clear it and get more information. But they were onto for something, that was sure. What was the story? They now had two or three ghosts, not just wandering the Inn but the entire town. They’d need to know what’s changed in the town, how, when and why. Were these spirits because of a disturbance in their environment? Or were they acting out something from their lives? Are they connected in death and life? She had to write this down right now before she forgot this avenue of investigation. She popped open a notes program she used f

Tian Tian ordered before making a fist and throwing something at a specific place. Slowly the powder that Tian Tian threw started burning and disappeared into the air. In the next second, Tian Tian took another two steps forward and threw a black colored powder at the same place. --- Ohohoh... I hope I am able to engage you all. This is my first time writing a paranormal story coupled with the fact that I am scared of reading ghost books. Please comment and let me know what you think about the story? If you feel the author is working hard, please also drop a review.

.. Tales of vampires and ghosts can only be seen in movies or in mystery books created by authors with deep imaginary thinking. They are Made up stories and nothing more. Maybe I was wrong! I tried to control my nerves but heavy fear gripped me. I shined the torchlight towards the direction of the noise but nothing looked odd. I swallowed hard and took a minute to gather my nerves before taking another step forward.

Levi gets all the attention, and I prefer it that way. “That doesn’t sound very convincing. Have you ever found ectoplasm left behind from this phantom or smelled sulfur?” “How the hell do you even know that? I thought you were a lycan?” Now, I’m sure Everly is hiding something. Why the hell would she know information on how to track or tell if a spirit was around. I know it’s general knowledge, but other supernaturals don’t tend to care about other supernaturals. Ghosts are supernaturals, but they are looked down upon because spirits aren’t meant to stay in the realm. Ghosts can be human or supernatural, but if they are supernatural, they don’t keep their abilities. Spirits belong to Death

he said. "Good." The air was electric between us. He breathed in and out, and my skin tingled. But he stepped back, forcing himself to calm down. Again. Like a coward. We kept walking. Hours later, I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep, and I didn't even try. Instead, I took a piece of charcoal and wrote on the stone wall above my bed. I used an old language, and I wrote a poem I'd written before when I was someone else. The moon knows my name. And so do the ghosts.

* The story is told from a single POV, and it doesn't change over the whole book. A trivia bit that blew me away: I picked the setting rather randomly, and later on, I found out I set my ghost story a stone-throw away from where Lovecraft set The Dunwich Horror and The Color Out of Space. Those coincidences I love about writing. Okay, enough gibberish. I'm just gonna breathe deep and hope for the best. Please let me know what you think with a rating, share and consider giving the story some gems! Any and all feedback is much appreciated!

​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.'"

"I'll go back home and continue my normal life but I'll never have anything to do with ghosts anymore. I won't even do like I see them and will continue my story writing and studies." "Will you write my story, Chris?" "Never. It's a secret." I vehemently shook my head. "Why? You don't want people to know you see ghosts?" "Yes, I don't. Moreover, people hardly believe you guys exist so it's of no use writing it and trying to convince them." "But I want you to write my story, Chris. I want the world to know how I died, what caused my death, everything. Including the way, my mum cried when she found out about my death till the very end when I'm gone."