Ghost Stories Reddit Novels & Stories

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Each account had been published in various ghost hunting guides available in local bookstores. “You really believe all that?” Louis asked. “I look at it this way. A few things you might be able to write off as coincidence, bad luck, or someone making up a tale. But there are just so many stories collected in this one place that you have to pay attention. I mean, it seems like something’s going on.”

Neither of them could. “Would you believe me if I told you I’ve been helping a ghost?” They stared at each other, then at me. “Is that a side effect of being ghosted by Tycen?” Rayleigh quipped. I rolled my eyes and stuffed chips in my mouth. “Come on, Syd,” Taylor groaned. “Just answer the damn question.” They were relentless—hungry hyenas waiting for a story. “I did.” They mouthed oh in unison. “So, which school?” Rayleigh asked.

This was where the pack laid its important dead, Alphas, Lunas, warriors whose names still carried weight long after their bodies had turned to dust. Thorne killed the engine and rested his forehead briefly against the steering wheel. “Do you believe in ghosts?” he asked suddenly. I turned to him. “Ghosts?” “Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Like… spirits coming back. Not just memories. Actual things that don’t stay dead. Because I won’t lie to you, Liam, this place freaks me out.” I snorted softly. “I believe in Jesus.” He frowned and looked at me properly this time. “That wasn’t the question.”

Nothing but a couple of shady Reddit threads and a suspicious pop-up that crashed my third browser. Even the weird forums I usually avoided because they were full of conspiracy witches talking about "moon-laced lizard spirits from the third realm" were silent. Lora yawned inside my mind. “You know, we could just burn everything and call it a cleansing.” “Tempting,” I muttered.

But nights like this, the static crept back in. I stood up, legs shaky, and padded to the counter. Swallowed one of each with the last of my cold tea. The pills scraped down my throat. Back on the couch, I opened a new tab and searched ShadowWatcher87 across every platform I could think of. Nothing. No socials, no old forum posts. A ghost Another notification pinged. My stomach flipped. It was another comment on the same post, this time from a regular: *Loving the new direction! When does she confront the watcher?* I almost laughed at the irony. Then a second one popped up right after.

“She should probably start with the stories Nana always loved to tell her. Those are the type that might be illegal.” “What the hell, Tate. Why are you out here ratting out Nana like that?” “Tell me,” I say, ignoring her fake annoyance with Tatum. “Everyone has heard of ghost wolves,” she starts with a sigh. “But no one ever talks about what they are, how they came to be.” “All I recall hearing was that they were wandering wolves who lost their mates.” I shrug and Tatum shakes her head. “No, they are a ghost of themselves because they never found their mates.” Tatum corrects me and I roll my eyes. “Our moms always argued about that bit when they would try to scare us with the stories.”

Sabrina gave him a thumbs up. “We’ll do our best to make this as painless as possible,” Sally the anchor said. “Now, most of us have heard of the mysterious criminal known only as, ‘Ghost’. True crime junkies, internet chat rooms, YouTube channels, podcasts… some much time has been dedicated in trying to find out anything about him. Why do you suppose that is?”

David grumbled, “After everything tonight, and that is the one thing you have a problem with?” “Sorry,” stated Hank, as he turned his glaring eyes on the other man. “But things like that don’t normally happen.” “What about the ghosts,” asked David with a tone of sass in his voice. “That I can believe,” the police detective growled at him. “I have heard many stories around Spokane and other areas about haunted places. But never have I heard about people changing shape to animals being true!”

I was a bit surprised at that but I knew he had friends left over from his own Sire days before giving it all up. “Have you ever heard of Ghost?” Milo leaned back in his seat and I wanted to hit that grin off his face. “Ghost is a myth because in reality nobody can be that good, move unseen, unheard and strike so silently that his victims are killed with guards just outside their doors.” Ryder’s tone was low but he clearly didn’t believe that Ghost existed. He had been a hunter too and he used to be one of the best. “There have been enquiries about Ghost. Whoever made them wants to know if Ghost worked for the Unit.” Milo sounded as relaxed as only Milo could.