Ghost Story Novels & Stories

"Custard, I love you, but you are doing to ruin the dress." 'Master! Spirit.' He spoke to me urgently. Custard was looking to his right and I followed his gaze. There, at the corner of the hallway and passed the weapon's room, stood a man with red hair. I couldn't fully see his face because it was a blur. And his body was transparent enough that I understand what Custard was saying. I stood frozen on my spot as I took a step back. "Nate? Nate!" I quickly ran and started rattling the door. "There's a ghost! There's a ghost!" I screamed and looked at the spirit. It was still there and looking at me. I was kicking and punching the door at this point. "NATHANIEL!" I screamed and stopped when som

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

Gary returned again that afternoon for lunch and also in the evening for dinner and each time he came, his boss looks worse than he did the last time and his heart ached, looks like his boss is going through breakdown again. Later in the night, Michael couldn't stand watching what was been shown to him in his room so he came to the living room and just as he was about to relax, he saw himself, dressed in red, rushing down the stairs. Sasha was sitting on the sofa dressed in a red gown also. Exchange of words happened between them and he could see the ghost him was angry and so was Sasha. The next thing he knew, the ghost him grabbed Sasha by the neck and while struggling to breathe, a tear s

She looked at my bruised face, then past me at the cramped living room. ​"So," she said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "This is where the Ghost lives." ​"It isn't much," I said, closing the door and locking it. The sound of the bolt clicking felt different tonight. It felt like we were shutting the rest of the world out. ​"It’s real," Chloe said. She walked over to the kitchen table, running her fingers along the edge of my worn-out textbooks. "No mahogany desks. No hidden cameras. No Senators watching your every move."

Vengeance has not been paid, on the contrary, it is also unjustly killed. Vera step by step closer to see the shadow, in her mind there is only one thought that there is a real ghost here. There's a broom nearby, but are ghosts afraid of brooms? As far as I know, garlic is the most effective thing to keep the spirit from coming near me, so she needs a piece of garlic in her body, but the garlic is not in her body right now, it's in the fridge, and the ghost is in the kitchen, what do you get?

With a heavy sigh, I open the door and get in. I reverse out of the driveway and stop, still feeling the eyes on me. I look up with a groan, tired of this weird feeling. My eyes travel to the top of the building, there is a lone window on the last floor. At first I don’t see anything, then I notice a flurry of movement then the curtains drop. I squint my eyes trying to see more, but everything is still and the window is closed.. I shudder a little, feeling weird. This pack is weird as fuck, I don’t know the hell staying here is going to work out when it has just been one day and I’m seeing ghosts.

He inhaled the fragrance of the food. All this time, the reason behind what makes my food bland, is that it? So, I've been sharing food with ghosts? The ghost then looked at me and we still didn't say a word. He kind of nodded slightly and then got up and walked away. I watched him walk toward the stairs leading upstairs and disappear behind the second bedroom door. I saw all these strange events with my own eyes. What in the world just happened?! I just saw a ghost?! I laugh ironically. So far, I don't believe in the existence of a figure that I think appears out of imagination and suggestion.

Memories of the chilling night she spent guarding the family mausoleum flooded back, rendering her unable to sleep without lights until now. Just as she contemplated seeking help, the lights flickered back to life. But her moment of relief was fleeting. Just as she stood clad in nothing but her undergarments, the lights dimmed once more, accompanied by eerie wails reminiscent of that ominous night. Clara knew this was no mere coincidence; someone was behind it. Summoning her courage, she hastily dressed, intent on fleeing the room. Yet before she could act, a ghostly figure materialized at the window. Its headless form dripped with blood, lunging toward her with a chilling cry for her life.

She lightly out the glance on him and had to stop. That man was Gael. Gael Greyson. The person who died three months ago. She paused and looked at him rather confused. "You can see me right?" He took a step towards her making San took a step back. "I thought so." He walked towards her and lifted his hand as tried to touch her face but his passed through her. San suddenly felt scared. "But I can not touch you." He nodded. "G...Gh...Ghosttttt" San suddenly shouted as she ran towards her apartment. It was a ghost. It was definitely a ghost.

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.