Ghost Story Novels & Stories

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

I sent out the message, feeling my throat dry up instantly, I leaped from the bed, grabbed a bottle of water from the table, and gulped it down with my eyes glued to my screen. The dots reappeared again. My eyes darted to the time, it's almost midnight and I should be asleep by now but ain't no way I'm going to bed without knowing what the hell is going on here. Ghost: You don't know what I'm talking about, or you are pretending not to know? Tell me what lies he told you about your best friend's death and then I might explain myself

I move the glass closer to him and hear him whimper as I lift his arm, slicing his wrist with my nail and setting it to drain into my glass. “Now, is there anything else I need to know about my grandfather’s estate?” I ask him. He’s staring horrified at his wrist dripping blood. “It’s haunted.” “I’m a bloodsucker as you said, so I’m not scared of ghosts. There isn’t much that goes bump in the night that isn’t afraid of me,” I tell him. “Anyone come looking for the place recently?” I ask, making sure that my father hasn’t found it yet. “Yeah, another bloodsucker.”

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

Account not found. I tried again. Same response. Account not found. I refreshed the entire application. The encrypted system reloaded from the beginning before presenting the same empty inbox. No unread messages. No conversation history. No trace the account had ever existed. I searched the identifier manually instead of relying on the shortcut. Account not found. I searched using partial strings. Nothing. I searched recent connections. Nothing. The system logs showed no evidence that another account had communicated with Ghost within the last several minutes. That was impossible. Or… Someone had accomplished something I’d never seen before.

Stunning in its perfect hostility. "And speaking of the past..." he says, lowering his glass with deliberate slowness. "I'm told we have a very special guest with us tonight. A ghost, really. One I spent years chasing through continents and silence, through encrypted messages and dead ends." Flora's heart slams against her ribs with such force she fears everyone can hear it echoing through the cavernous space.

Morgan was taken aback by this sudden hug. "Ghosts... There are ghosts! Morgan, there are really ghosts in your house!" Ashley was so frightened that her tongue got stuck. Morgan frowned. "Ashley Sanchez, what are you talking nonsense about? Where did the ghost come from?" "It's true! I saw... a white round shadow." Ashley said while pointing in the direction of the flowerbed. Morgan looked up, the garden was quiet, and there was no white round shadow, he couldn't help but said in a deep voice, "Ashley Sanchez, can you find a better excuse for wanting to throw yourself into my arms?"

An actual ghost was standing in front of me, which means the ghost story was real and the only people I know to wear all-white outfits are ghosts. The ghost tried to touch me, but I moved backward and tripped over my luggage. To cut the story short, I landed on my butt. "Miss Hillary, are you alright?" The ghost asked me. The ghost could talk. I haven't seen Ghost Talk except in movies and novels, and they are not actual ghosts. "You..." I pointed to the ghost. "How are you talking right now?" I questioned the ghost.

His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories. "It's getting dark , take this book and go read it " he said and gave me the strange old looking book. "Thank you sir, i have much appreciated your help" i said. Now i knew what it was all about, all those confusions were caused by him, my ghost clone. It was night already and the time was 7: 15 pm . I had to rush home , it was not safe for me to be lonely at this time. When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling

I whispered. Gina was shaking, terror flashing in her eyes. I wish I knew what to tell her but I knew nothing about ghosts. My brothers did but during their time as hunters, they dealt more with the physical. I would have learned about ghouls last in my training and it would have been light reading. "I think this is your unique gift as a vampire," I said since it was the only thing that could explain why she was seeing ghosts in the first place. "Seeing ghosts?" She asked, taking a few careful steps.