Ghost Story Book Peter Straub Novels & Stories

The remnants of someone’s bedroom that was long forgotten about crashed around us. We screamed in terror. I was beginning to fear the house was going to fall down on us. We continued to hear the sound of slamming and fighting happening through the house. I was clawing at everything to try and find an escape. Out of nowhere, a book dropped in my lap. It was old. It looked like it used to be cream colored with purple lace. This matches Gabrielle’s style. I saw a key lock. Suddenly, a key dropped from the binding of the book. It was a diary of some kind. I think Gabrielle’s spirit or someone wants me to have this. I shoved it into my bag and peaked out the door. I could tell it was still not s

Sitting down comfortably on my bed was the moon lady. I became light-headed and with a scream, landed on the floor with a loud thud, feeling so much pain coursing through me. "What do you want?" I whimpered. "I'm sorry for what just happened. Please, Ghostwriter, I need your help." "What!" My heartbeat hastened. "Please calm down. I know you must have questions about what killed me and how I knew I was gonna die." "Please leave me alone," I retorted, pulling the sheet to cover myself.

Patrick felt she did not hear any thing but Ruth knows a sharp ear that Eva is when it comes to eaves, she might not be bright in her studies because she isn’t brilliant and she is so playful but Evelyn is very very brilliant and cool, she dosen’t play too much and she likes her space unlike Eva who would always jump around the whole house. Ruth could feel how cold she is becoming towards her, then She made a plan with Patrick and they took the girls on a boat ride Ruth then said she and Eva to go on a boot ride one more time and Ruth pushed her into the water and when she knew she must have sunk she raised an alarm and people came and the rescuer team came and her body was found and she was

"Then we’ll use the shadow to draw something else, Sara. A Banker who knows how to count can be the one who makes sure the grain lasts the winter. You don't need a suit to know how to share." The Stranger’s Entry The man on the stone stopped writing. He lifted the book, letting the morning wind catch the page to dry the fresh charcoal. He didn't have a title, and he didn't have a desk. He was simply the one who had agreed to hold the book while the rest of us learned how to speak. "The first entry is finished," he said, offering the leather-bound volume to me. I took the book, its cover rough and smelling of natural tannin. Xander leaned in over my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck a

I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, I shook a pillow, and a tiny paper figure floated out. Its face was drawn to resemble Lucas, and his birth details were written on the back! The fortune teller exclaimed, “That’s it! The lock and the paper figure work together, and since you've touched the lock, the effect on you is stronger. Luckily, you found it early.” I broke out in a cold sweat. That same day, I slipped the paper figure under Miles’ pillow and instructed my parents to watch him while he slept.

I felt the house creaking around me the Ghost of the Vane Estate making noise in the study for the time in my life I was not afraid. The Ledger of Blood and Vines was becoming something it was becoming a story of how a fortress becomes a farm. It was a process one that would likely involve ghosts and sharper blades than I wanted to admit but as the sun finally went below the horizon I felt a peace that no bank account could ever give me. I closed the book held it to my chest the Tower of Glass was falling, just as Sarah said. As I sat in the gathering dark listening for the sound of Stephens truck or the wind, in the olives I realized that I was not waiting for the end.

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.

“I’m not suspecting you Blaine and I never tell the higher ups about your connection to the two so just take the day off for now and think hard. Maybe Phantom Night is one of your acquiantances because it’s not a mere coincidence” Jake ended the call after that and Blaine have no choice but to take the day off. Well, it’s not like he can work at this state so it’s favorable for him. Did you like our present Blaine? It’s our welcome gift for you Again. He heard some voices again. Blaine turned his head left and right but he didn’t saw anyone. Is he really hallucinating or there are really ghost in this house? I inwardly laugh at myself. Maybe I accumulated a lot of stress these past few day

“I’ll never laugh at you or judge you. That’s not who I am.” When I turned to face him, I realized that I still had my panties clutched in my hand. I took them and stuffed them beneath my buttocks on the seat and then smoothed my skirt. “A while ago, you asked me if the ghosts in the house were bothering me.” I waited for him to say something, but he simply looked at me, expectantly, so I continued. “At the time, I didn’t realize that we even had ghosts. Then, one afternoon while I was laying on top of my bed… err… napping in the nude, I felt someone making love to me. I thought it was Max, so I didn’t fully wake up.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Shit, this is embarrassing.”

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.”