Novel & Cerita Ghost Story Book Peter Straub

Sometimes, I wonder if she’s the one I am feeling in this room. I don’t believe in ghosts or that shit. I grab a blue hardcover, with the name, ‘Herbs for healing sleeping sickness’. I flip the pages, leaning on the bookshelves, as the pages flip, a paper falls out. I grip it, the paper is nearly old, the edges almost torn off. The writing is legible.

I was gone, and it wasn't as though they could speak ill of me now, not while my body was being buried in the ground. Even my mother-in-law came. She was already a frail, tiny woman, but seeing her there made her appear decades older. Grayson knelt before my gravestone, convinced he was performing some act of atonement. But to me, his presence was nothing more than repulsive. After the funeral, he returned to the small apartment. Alice, starved for three days, lay there, barely clinging to life. The moment she saw Grayson, fear overtook her—a fear she couldn't hide.

The Book didn’t whisper that night; it screamed through the stillness of the house. Autumn jolted awake at precisely 3:33 a.m., her heart racing as she blinked at the sight before her. The Book pulsed with a ghostly light at the foot of her bed, its pages fluttering violently like trapped birds, despite the windows being securely shut against the autumn chill. The pendant that hung around her neck, an ornate piece of silver filigree, felt uncomfortably cold against her collarbone, as if it were absorbing the warmth from her skin.

"Most people don't." "Oh, she definitely did." "Why?" "Because she'd light candles everywhere and tell me it was an adventure." She laughed quietly at the memory. "We'd make hot chocolate." "We'd tell stories until the electricity came back." Lucien listened without interrupting. "What kind of stories?" "Bookshop ghosts." He blinked. "Ghosts?" "The friendly kind." She grinned. "They supposedly rearranged books during the night because they got bored." "And you believed that?" "I was seven." "...Fair enough."

Should she tell them that she was the crying ghost from last night? “Do you think this hotel is haunted?” Paige asked softly. Sierra said, “Haunted?” Could it be? Paige said, “Yeah, like a ghost. I heard a woman crying last night, and ghosts usually lure people by crying.” Sierra and Randall were silenced again, not knowing how to react to the news. In the end, Sierra decided to tell the truth. “It was me crying last night.” “Huh?” Paige looked at her sister in shock. It turned out it was Sierra crying last night.

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

She came hard, pussy squirting, soaking the sheets and the stranger’s thighs. Cole’s cock throbbed in the ghost’s grip, pre-cum leaking. The ghost woman riding his face squirted icy cum down his throat, and he swallowed, groaning. The ghost man released him and guided Cole behind the brunette wife, sliding his cock into her pussy from behind. She cried out, pushing back, pussy gripping him tight. The ghosts orchestrated every thrust, every lick, every moan.

Everything now seemed a trap, a sinister game orchestrated by unseen hands. With every heartbeat, she thought she heard ghostly footsteps approaching her walls. She clutched the blanket to her chest like a child clutching a comforting toy, but the terror was greater than any blanket, thicker than any wall. Her eyes leaped to the table, where the book still lay. Its dark cover glinted faintly under a sliver of moonlight, as if it were watching her, as if its earlier fall had been a message, not an accident.

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.

It was too quiet, eerily quiet. Dolores decided to walk forward, after wandering for a while, she finally saw...a book. As soon as Dolores got close to the unusual book in the middle of the white room, she was sucked in. As if watching a document, Dolores felt her eyes going through a novel called, "Saving my moonlight in the haunted mansion". Sadie Laurent was going through her late grandfather's stuff when she found an old key. Sadie being a curious cat spirit, kept pestering her parents to know where this place was, but her parents kept avoiding answering. At last, Sadie pestered the old granny of her house.