Ghost Story Series Novels & Stories

I sat there for a long time, trying to digest everything. It turned out my ghost housemate used to be a legend at the company that I now worked at. I shut my laptop, my feelings all tangled up. I asked, "So, you're only stuck here because of the car accident… Is that it?" After a long silence, Ivy's voice echoed faintly in my head. It was soft and almost drifting. "It wasn't an accident." My heart lurched. Before I could ask anything else, her voice faded away.

The Blackthorn Hotel had stood on the edge of the misty cliffs for over a century, its reputation for hauntings as famous as its opulent rooms. Most guests requested the infamous Suite 313 out of morbid curiosity. Dr. Sophia Reyes, 36, requested it out of pure skepticism. She was a clinical psychologist and vocal debunker of the paranormal. “Ghosts don’t exist,” she had told the wide-eyed receptionist with a confident smile. “They’re just stories people tell themselves to feel something.”

It was displayed. My chest tightened as I lifted it with a gloved hand. The scent hit immediately, chemical, sharp, layered with something metallic underneath. Chlorine and cold steel. A smell I had not encountered in years but recognized all the same. It was the same ghost note that had clung to the air the night my parents died. This was not chaos. It was not a fight gone wrong or a rogue passing through. This was intent. Someone had gotten close enough to Owen to inject him, or had taken him elsewhere and left this behind as a message. Either option required control, preparation, and knowledge of what we were.

“What happened?” “Grams was murdered last year. Mom’s latest boyfriend sexually assaulted me during one of my episodes. She caught him before it went too far, but somehow, it was my fault. I think she was tired of me depending on her.” “Where’s the guy?” Ghost was grinding his teeth as he spoke. I shrugged my shoulders, not even wanting to speculate that they were still together. “Are you safe?” “Not really. The guys who killed my grandmother took a shot at me.”

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

" As he finished, an indescribable stench unfurled, leaving Frank narrowing his eyes in the stink. In a split second, the dark figure before him disappeared, reappearing the next instant behind Frank as if teleporting. "Die!" Ghost bellowed. Frank turned even as he felt the shockwave on his nape but felt the agony in his stomach before he could counter. "Oof…" He gasped, looking down to see that a bandaged hand pierced through his entire stomach. As Ghost pulled out, his hand was now covered in pieces of Frank's innards! "Frank!" Skyler was just coming upstairs and paled when she saw that. "Oh, Torrent's pet? Perfect. I'll wipe you all out right now!" Ghost exclaimed with a maniacal grin, li

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.

After two years of working at Sensationalism, she still had not found the answer to her eyes. The prayer was still repeated. The host said that they have to pray three times for the game to work. This made Roxanne quieter. She knew she was the one who felt the coldest here. Ghosts appeared more in paintings, windows and walls. There was an oddity that intrigued Roxanne. The spirits here die for only three main reasons: hanging, drowning, and burning to death. Roxanne looked around the room for an oddity but to no avail. She also discovered that the spirits were getting closer and closer to her. “Hey, come back here. Standing next to this lady is very comfortable,” the maid spirit waved at th

she said, not giving up. I sighed. “Remember the ghosts in my house?“ I asked her. She rolled her eyes. “Are we still on this topic?“ She asked me. It was obvious she wasn't convinced that something like that was going on. "I am serious, Cassie. There are really ghosts staying in my apartment and one of them is giving me a headache," I shouted. “Alright, calm down. Let's believe for a minute that there really are ghosts in your house. Are they disturbing you?“

Olivia was about to ask the deity when a powerful suction blocked her voice and pulled her into an endless black hole. At the same time, the 9th space began to be like a broken glass gradually cracked… The space changed rapidly after then… Another light appeared and vanished the whole 9th space. There was nothing left. Only a small, gentle light remained.