Novel & Cerita Ghost Stories Reddit

"Well, if you haven't noticed so far, we're investigating a case dating nearly forty years back. So far without any lead to prove it's the work of a person and not what people say it to be." "Ugh, you're talking about that stuff? What did people call it again? Samodivas? You believe the cause of all murders is some forest ghosts?" I burst into laughter. This is ridiculous. "Well, can you prove it otherwise?" His question makes my smile frown. Can I prove it? So far I have had no success. But I refuse to believe the cause of all problems is a ghost. Or more like 'unearthly beautiful spirits that lurk in the nights' if I must quote all the people I interrogated so far.

There’s a fallen angel literally roaming the earth right now and making people’s life a living hell, including mine, and you might be next, lady! Is what I wanted to say. “Ghosts are a thing, you know! There are a lot of videos proving their existence nowadays.” Is what I said instead. She looked unconvinced so I continued. “I can recommend you some...” She walked away before I could continue. “What unholy creatures you people are!” I yelled and walked out of the store.

“There’ve been whispers. Nothing solid. Just… rumors. There was one I’d heard about a grave.” My brow arched. “A grave?” “Yes. An empty one. They said two corpses lay on either side, drained dry. Whoever stumbled on it swore it was linked to Dracula himself.” I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “Dracula? Really? That’s the story floating around? Most of those tales are campfire trash meant to spook kids.” Her frown deepened, though a flicker of curiosity lingered in her gaze. “Maybe. I’ve never seen a vampire myself. Tell me the truth are they trying to spark another war?”

Evan frowned and asked, "What's the rush? Did you see a ghost?" Reuben shuddered involuntarily at the mention of ghosts and confessed bitterly, "Please don't say that, Mr. Jordan. I've been dealing with some mental issues lately, and I have this eerie feeling that there's an unseen ghost in the room." Evan said coldly, "What's so frightening about that?" Speechless, Reuben decided not to retrieve the cow's tears and let Evan handle it. Evan picked up a document and demanded, "Spill."

Third-Person POV The vicious comments online terrified Grace. She stayed locked inside for days before finally running to Richard in tears. "Everyone online is attacking me. Some people are even threatening to kill me. I'm scared." She threw herself into his arms, sobbing. "Maybe this is God's punishment. Why did you slander Chloe online?" Grace went still. Instead of comfort, he'd accused her coldly. "No, that's not true. I didn't slander her. David said Chloe didn't like him..."

“Do you think ghosts are real? I have never seen one, but my mother used to tell stories about spirits that could not rest.” Seraphina frowned thoughtfully. “It is hard to say. Some packs believe in them strongly. Others say it is just the wind or tricks of the light. But if so many people are seeing the same thing, it makes you wonder.” We talked about it for a while. Zoe wondered if the ghosts were old pack members who had unfinished business. Seraphina asked if anyone had tried burning herbs or asking a wise elder to bless the grounds. I listened and added small comments here and there.

Several comments under the post were clearly stirring things up: [This guy has XYY syndrome. His brain’s messed up. You're beautiful and kind. Stay away from your best friend.] [Isn’t he one of the Gray’s family… Honestly, every time I see her brother, I get creeped out.] [Why is he even alive? Someone should just take him out!] The post was going viral, obviously being artificially boosted. Hundreds of comments piled up instantly, all attacking my brother and I.

“Fine, we’ll let Hellfire tell us a ghost story.” “I don’t know any ghost stories,” I say. “What about you, Siren?” Venom asks her. “Nope.” “Well, then, it’s time the two of you become good at making up stories,” Intrigue says. For the next couple of hours, while Hacker and Sphinx work in the van, the rest of us make up ghost stories. I have to admit, Raptor is really good at making up scary stories and Intrigue is as well. Megan’s aren’t terrible, but Venom’s are, as they said, pretty stupid. I’m not sure mine are any better, but I made up one about the ghost that lives in the river, and it made everyone glance at the river we’re sleeping beside more than once.

"This place isn't like the living world. Skincare and makeup products are scarce, and only the rich can afford them. "In our horror game, the cosmetics are provided by the studio, but because our instance performs so poorly, our budget is tiny. That's why our makeup never looks good and fails to draw in viewers." I caught a word in her explanation. "Viewers?" She gave a small clap. "Exactly. The live comments in horror games aren't from humans—they come from ghosts watching the stream. It's the same as how you humans watch reality shows." I raised a brow. "So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?"

Chloe asked in a soft voice. “Lively feasts… I bet it smelled so good…” The little hungry ghost licked his lips. “Granny, you’ve had it rough,” grumbled the poltergeist. Meanwhile, the livestream comments were going wild. [Guys, I’m emotionally wrecked! I’m watching a wholesome family drama in a horror game!] [Sniff… Granny’s story hits so hard, I’m missing my own granny from back home!] [Help! I can’t believe I’m crying my eyes out over a horror game!]