Ghost Story Novels & Stories

I now suddenly realize that I said that out loud " Who are you talking to?" She stares at me weirdly "Do you see them too?" I' wear a confuse expression "see what too?" She leans closer to me and whispers ''spirits" "You mean like ghosts?" She shakes her head "Yes..yes ghosts" "Wait you mean, you see them?" She nods frighten I think to myself 'That's strange I thought I was the only one' Tommy respondes "so did I" ''Hey, Tori why don't you come with me and maybe-"

Gideon lets out a barking laugh but doesn’t say anything about the bed or the collection of whips and things on the floor. Ghost is standing right outside of the bedroom door; he’s so close that Gideon almost slams into him, but Ghost seems completely unbothered. He’s got a massive smile on his face and he’s holding out a velvet blue box while looking directly at me. “Glow worms shouldn’t be this happy.” I mutter, which only makes Ghost smile more and Gideon laugh a little as he steps to the side. I watch in horror as Ghost drops to one knee, holds up the little velvet box and bows his head so low I can see the back of his pale neck.

“The first night, nothing happened. But the second night… I woke up in my sleep. Someone whispered near my bed, ‘No one sleeps here.’” He paused mid-sentence. The students in front stared wide-eyed. Rishabh continued, “I got up — there was no one in the room. The door was locked. The window had iron bars. But on the mirror, someone had written with a finger — ‘Should I go back to sleep?’” Someone whispered, “A ghost?” Rishabh shrugged. “Maybe. On the third night, I set up a camera — like a CCTV.

Inside, Ghost sat at the head of a long oak table, a plate of steak before her. She was striking—dark hair pulled back tightly, eyes sharp and commanding. She speared a piece of meat with her fork and paused mid-bite as the doctor entered, her gaze locking onto him. "How may I help you, sir?" she asked, her voice calm yet edged with authority. Doctor Francis took a tentative step forward, lowering his voice. "Sorry to bother you, but I’m the doctor in charge of Damon’s late wife, Anna." Ghost’s expression remained neutral, though her fork hovered above her plate. "Okay?"

Over the forty-minute episode, they went up and down the Manor, calling out the evil spirits that had taken it over, seeing dark shadows and being touched by invisible hands, while bangs, knocks and creaking doors echoed all around them. “Fake,” the Blotters said every time they claimed something had happened. Save when Brandon Price fled the master bedroom, screaming like a little girl and swearing he’d seen the full-body apparition of a woman in a long dress. I narrowed my eyes when the app remained silent. “Ann?” A soft gust swirled around, like the faintest echo of chuckles. “My room. Didn’t knock.” “I knew it,” I said, chuckling too. “Well done. He totally had it coming.”

ghost child . The little girl shakes her head sadly . " She's not ghost . She's real . " Her eyes glistened with tears but the tears didn't fall . " You're real too . I can see you can't I ? " I smile warmly . She giggles . " That's true . But you can only see here . No other place . " She beams at her knowledge . " What does that mean ? Is this place a beacon for ghosts ? " Jace asks . Maybe his vocabulary didn't quite get to her because she looks up at him in confusion and then gets up , running towards the stairs .

Strickland was not on her side. Patsy would have helped her; she was almost certain. But she had taken ill recently and was on leave. She hoped that, once she recovered, her mother would have her back, and then she would tell her everything. She knew that Patsy would help her. The other ladies were all strict and rude, just like the aptly named Ms. Strickland. It would do no good to try to tell them. So Meggy cried herself to sleep each night, hoping to be lucky and not to be awoken in a few hours by the sound of the monster creeping up the stairs. This night, she tucked herself in tightly, hoping perhaps if the blankets were taut enough, he’d give up and go away. That had never worked befor

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

Elowen screamed, then looked around wildly, her voice trembling as she muttered, "Ms. Ghost, if you’re still safe, respond to me…" She waited and waited, but the familiar cold presence never returned. Her heart felt as if it had plunged straight into an abyss. Her body went limp, sliding down until she collapsed onto the floor. Lucien saw her reaction and immediately knew that the ghost had truly disappeared. He burst into loud laughter, cold and hollow, like a wraith crawling up from hell. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "See that? Your lover was sent to hell by your own hands. This is all because of you."

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.