Ghost Story Novels & Stories

The only memory I had of her was when she encountered an issue with her research data but couldn't locate where the error was. I'd gone to the research lab to pick up some things when I stumbled across the red-eyed Cecily. I asked if she needed help, so she explained the issue. After combing through every step of her research, I finally pointed out the problem. Over the course of five years, much had changed with the young woman who had been crying her eyes out over an issue with her research. I couldn't recognize her right away. Cecily smoothly started leading the way for me, her tone mischievous as she remarked, "Looks like you still remember me, Nathan. I thought you'd forgotten all about

Rebecca "Yes even though we couldn't catch any footage of it, there where some blur is seen in some cameras even though it was not clear it passing through the walls suddenly appearing and disappearing from one place to another, we think it was a ghost type and a very powerful one" Giovanni "A Ghost-type, Hmm come here and get on your knees and relive my stress" Rebecca didn't question and went towards Giovanni and went on her knees and unzipped his pants to do her work, she knew Giovanni was pissed and wouldn't be good for her if she refused or didn't do it properly.

they broke into a loud laugh as they shared some joke. Merindale did not care. She followed the seniors around, admiring the intricate details on the walls. It was painted beautifully with stories from Immortal history. “Hey there, newbie. You know about the ghost that haunts these halls, right?" Merindale was taken aback at the sudden question directed at her. She paused and looked back at the senior questioning her. Her eyes wide open. "A ghost?" "Oh yeah," he continued, his voice dropping to a dramatic whisper. "Legend has it that the Ghost of Lysandra prowls these very grounds. She's said to snatch unsuspecting newcomers like you.”

Riley placed her palms on that ghost's chest to push him away but the ghost won't even budge. "P...please ghost." She stammered. "Shhhh..." The ghost hushed her and she froze. Her heart was beating so fast that she was sure it would come out of her ribcage. The ghost was strong. So strong. She could feel his hot breath on her forehead. Her breath hitched when she felt the stubble of the ghost on her cheek. OH, GOD! Ghost was a male spirit! Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly in a fist as she felt the warm lips of the ghost on her cheek.

"I've seen a few. I know there are different kinds of hauntings. Some ghosts are really just...echoes, I guess, of some traumatic event. Those just repeat the same actions over and over, which rules you out since we're having a lucid conversation. Others are spirits who've chosen, for good or evil, to remain on this plane for some reason, whether it's protecting their descendants, guarding a sacred site or seeking revenge. Finally, there's the type who are here with unfinished business. My guess is you fall into that category since you asked me for help." "I do. You know a lot for such a young man." "Not so young. I'll be thirty-five on Halloween." He stepped out of his chair. "Can you sit?

Jay greeted grumpily as he walked to sit at the table. “Who missed me!!!” Everyone turned immediately they heard a loud voice from behind Rose. “Sorry I startled you all, my bad” Crystal giggled happily like something was going to happen that day. “And the queen herself came down only to scare us like a ghost” Rose teased as she began to dish out the food into their different plates. “Come on mom, it was a prank” Crystal announced before she sat down on her seat. “Yeah I see, a prank that could take us to our early graves I guess” Her mom returned.

I further questioned him Hearing my question Draco face suddenly turned overcast as he said “It’s a Black blood ghost” “Black Blood Ghost?” I was stunned, I haven’t read anything about such a type of ghost in my grandmother book, and this looked something new and dangerous at same time.

as his hand in addition of the water moves on her clit and she closes her eyes in ecstasy and he smiles and move his finger in to her pussy and she moans out and he puts in a second finger and she throwaway her head back into the bath tub and she tightens her eyes and he puts his hand deeper into her and she moans her and he began to move his hand in and out of her and she held his hand for him not to stop and she began to moan loud and her husband smiles while she moan uncontrollably and she came and he washes her and he Carrie’s her a bridal style into the bedroom. Evelyn ghost returns into the house, she sob so hard. Evelyn mom sits beside her son and he wakes up feeling so much pain and

"It's not important how I make it this far. I am truly sorry for scaring you. I usually maintain my distance at night since the demon inside of me was more rampant at night. I will stay outside so I won't bother you. Please continue in your rest." The female ghost bowed at me and started to walk away. "Hold on!" The burned fingers that were holding the tent's zipper halted. She looked back at me. "May I ask what are you trying to do when you came to my bed? Are you perhaps...wanted to eat me?" If it was a normal romance novel, perhaps what I said could cause misunderstanding and a bit romantical. But I mean it literally. The female ghost lowered her head. "...You smell different than others.

He stares at me. Then leans in. Not close enough to kiss. Just close enough to make it personal. “You feel familiar,” he says, voice low. “It bothers me.” I meet his eyes. Say nothing. He doesn’t pull back. “And it intrigues me.” Still silent. “Good night, Mr. Cross,” I say as I smile. Soft. Cold. And I walk away. Because that’s what ghosts do. They haunt. And then they vanish.