Ghost Story Writing Novels & Stories

“After the accident I drank more, usually at night, so I could sleep. I didn’t write at all, not anything that mattered, anyway, because I was never sober. And that thing in the shadows was always waiting for me in my nightmares, or every time I closed my eyes. That and those damned whispers. You know after a while, I wrote those words down and Googled them. Want to know what they mean?” I shake my head because suddenly, I want this to be done. Gavin’s a great guy but I just want this to be done. My gut’s been squirming the whole time and even though I know these stories can’t be true, I can’t deny a feeling of instinctual dread about the other stories in this book, and what they’ll say. Bec

Only when they were gone did I step out from behind the pillar. My legs felt weak. My chest hollowed. “She saw me,” I whispered to the empty corridor. And she chose silence. A chill slid down my spine. That woman wasn’t just dangerous. She was calculating. I turned slowly toward the study door Carlos had slammed in my face. “You’re wrong,” I murmured. “Both of you are.” Because ghosts don’t stay quiet forever. And when they finally speak… They tell the truth that destroys everything and I'll watch while she destroy you while I save myself.

She chuckled and kept walking “Nope” I replied “But then do you believe in what the receptionist said? The story she told about this place” “Now that, I do believe. But I don’t think they haunt this building after what happened” I shrug as another skeleton drops right in front of me “Oh Lord!” I wanted to shout but I mumbled instead because I could feel Gabi’s stare on me “What was that?” Gabi suddenly said “What was what?” “Didn’t you hear it? Listen closely” She urged

Ghost says as he pushes himself off the van, I watch as he rolls his shoulders and lifts his face up to the still dark sky, his eyes close for a second and when he reopens them, I see a firm resolve settling in them. “Okay?” I ask; that was a little too easy so I need to make sure I heard him right. “I said okay, so let's get this done and get back on the road.” Ghost walks towards the building and after blinking a few times to make sure I’m not imagining things, I start running after him. His stride is massive; just like Gideon, I have to take three steps for every one he makes. I’m practically jogging to keep up with him and he’s barely walking at a clipped pace, we both stop at the boarde

He thought I was choosing between divorcing a ghost and collaborating with a monster. He didn’t realize I was already writing a third option: Make the monster sign its own confession. And then let the ghost pull the trigger.

I looked at her with a dubious look. “The dead don’t lie Katherine. These are flashes, ghosts whispering their own tales of memories from times past. It doesn’t necessarily mean that the ghost is directly here with us just, shadows of their memories. When something horrific, it imprints on the room or house in a negative way.” I was nodding in understanding of everything that she was saying. I knew a little about paranormal investigation. I watch Ghost Hunters and The Dead Files. “Something really bad happened here. The memories of that event are stained into this place. I don’t think it was in this room though.”

Ghost explained. I closed my eyes and stopped pretending, letting out a sigh of pain and tiredness. It took a few minutes for us to arrive because Ghost was moving slowly, precisely so as not to hurt me anymore. I know the exact moment I enter the Imperial bedroom and open my eyes, Ghost lets go of my waist and I stagger, but I make it to the bed and lie down. My vision simply blacked out. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Still unconscious. The words no longer felt real. They were sentences from someone else's life, repeated until they lost meaning. Clara pulled her journal into her lap and opened to a blank page, the familiar scent of leather and paper grounding her. She uncapped her pen and began to write, the ink gliding like tears: “The world continues, but I do not. I breathe because he once told me to. I move because he would have wanted me to. But I have not lived since the second his eyes closed. I am a ghost waiting for the living to return.”

Looked like Loren had gotten carried away, Ria thought. "You know, of all the ghosts, the most dangerous are the ones that carry grudges and regrets…" Loren rambled on again. Ria started to think that Loren liked horror topics like this. "What do you mean?" Ria responded while reading through some of the articles she found earlier. “I have a story that my mother firsthand experienced. She once rented an old house that was haunted by a spirit full of regret and anger that almost brought her to an terrible accident…” Loren had already started preparing her story when Ria noticed that the clock already indicated that their next class was about to start.

"You're hiding something, and I respect that. I also hope it's murder. I like murder. Keeps things spicy." Noah raised an eyebrow. "You always talk like that?" "Only when I like someone. When I don't, I'm worse." A pause. The radiator groaned. "I sat near the back," Noah offered, as if that explained everything. Emrys nodded. "Where the ghosts sit." Noah tilted his head. "Campus has ghosts," Emrys said matter-of-factly. "Not real ones. Well — maybe. But the other kind. People who show up, hover, vanish. Always a story. Always something weird behind the eyes."