Ghost Story Writing Novels & Stories

His recent work appeared so different from his past work, but so innovative and unique. They hadn’t spoken of the woman after their sighting of the spirit. April still was unsure what it meant to them. How was she going to broach this subject with Gabby? After all, it was her ancestor. How did Gabby feel about her ancestor being a ghost by the lake? Should she say anything to the ghost hunting guest? It didn’t seem like a good idea. Gabby might get offended. Or the guest might think they were trying to set them up since they were friends.

Though they fumbled with the pen and paper at first, muscle memory kicked in, and soon, they were scribbling comfortably. I watched closely and silently while comparing the handwriting. They began with simple words like "sky"and "big". Somehow, someone had a terrible idea and started a trend among the ghosts. They began copying each other and writing the word "human". One particularly cultured ghost even wrote a full sentence. "Humans love me, and I love humans." When I met his eagerly expectant gaze, I wore a complicated expression and applauded. "Y-You did great." After the cultured ghost disappointedly drifted away, another ghost stepped up to me, bent down, and started writing.

No answer. Carefully, she made her way across the uneven dirt floor, trying to shine the light into the shadows. There was no sign of him anywhere. She peered over into the far corner, thinking maybe she saw something there, or perhaps it was her own shadow. An eerie feeling came over her. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her from behind. A hand over her mouth kept her from shrieking, and she nearly dropped the lantern. “Shhh!” a whispery voice said in her ear. “Ghosts don’t eat apple pie, and they don’t drink brandy.”

The absurd thought that she might have somehow slipped into her own story filled her mind, leading her to question everything she thought she knew about her reality. In her own universe, Michelle was a ghostwriter, known for emulating other authors' styles. Gifted in the art of imitation, her ability to emulate any author's style earned her a reputation. Consequently, many online writers who found themselves at an impasse, but didn't wish to abandon their stories, sought her expertise.

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

he whispers. That thought terrifies me more than anything because I knew that Ghost has her scent now and no matter where she goes, he is willingly to follow her to the ends of the earth……fuck. I go back inside, fall onto the bed and open the book, tracing the first line with my thumb.

* The story is told from a single POV, and it doesn't change over the whole book. A trivia bit that blew me away: I picked the setting rather randomly, and later on, I found out I set my ghost story a stone-throw away from where Lovecraft set The Dunwich Horror and The Color Out of Space. Those coincidences I love about writing. Okay, enough gibberish. I'm just gonna breathe deep and hope for the best. Please let me know what you think with a rating, share and consider giving the story some gems! Any and all feedback is much appreciated!

He wasn't a Julian, a Kael, or a Davis. ​He was a man in a simple hoodie, holding a physical, ink-stained notebook. He looked at Nora, then at the Amber-Eyed Girl, and finally at the global audience watching through the sky. ​"The story isn't yours anymore," the man said, his voice quiet but absolute. "And it isn't Nora's. I am the Ghost-Writer. And I’ve been hired by the Competition to write the 'Davis Ending'... by Replacing the Main Character."

Tian Tian ordered before making a fist and throwing something at a specific place. Slowly the powder that Tian Tian threw started burning and disappeared into the air. In the next second, Tian Tian took another two steps forward and threw a black colored powder at the same place. --- Ohohoh... I hope I am able to engage you all. This is my first time writing a paranormal story coupled with the fact that I am scared of reading ghost books. Please comment and let me know what you think about the story? If you feel the author is working hard, please also drop a review.

Hi, I’m new here! Like, I was approved just earlier. I joined here because I love reading ghost stories. I know I don’t have a third eye, but I had several experiences about ghosts. However, it doesn’t really bother me that much at all. Actually, I really just want to read some ghost stories as a way to lull myself to sleep. But while I was reading, I felt encouraged to talk about my previous experience. I’m just going to share it, okay? It doesn’t bother me at all. Actually, I’ve been amazed by it back then and it hasn't changed even now. I hope you enjoy it too.