Ghost Storys Novels & Stories

I opened my mouth to ask him what he meant, but he let out a frantic scream that cut through the silence of the room, drawing stares from everyone around. "For the third time: I killed you, you are not a human! You're a ghost!" It hit me like a physical blow. The reality of the moment shattered the glass of my denial. I looked down at my hands. They were not flesh and bone; they were translucent, shimmering like moonlight on water. I looked back at Mark, who was now being swarmed by guards, shouting for help, shouting about a spirit, about a haunting, about his conscience finally taking physical form.

she stopped talking, momentarily speechless. “What?” “Ghosts. A lot of them.” They were standing on the opposite side of the stream, looking at her. They were old – all of them died centuries ago. “This isn’t like…the Dracula’s castle, is it?” “You mean the Impaler?” “Yeah, that one.” “No…but a lot of people must have died here. Lots of wars.” “Yes,” she said, shuddering, “I think I want to go inside.” “You don’t want to try--”

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

Hello guys!!! I really hope you did enjoy the mystery, romance and action of this erotica? If yes, then the mystery continues in both FALLING FOR A GHOST 2 - The search for how Heaven came to contact the deadly HIV virus brings us to the story of Alex. How he went from a sinner to a man of God and the battles in-between. FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven.

His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories. "It's getting dark , take this book and go read it " he said and gave me the strange old looking book. "Thank you sir, i have much appreciated your help" i said. Now i knew what it was all about, all those confusions were caused by him, my ghost clone. It was night already and the time was 7: 15 pm . I had to rush home , it was not safe for me to be lonely at this time. When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

Morgan was taken aback by this sudden hug. "Ghosts... There are ghosts! Morgan, there are really ghosts in your house!" Ashley was so frightened that her tongue got stuck. Morgan frowned. "Ashley Sanchez, what are you talking nonsense about? Where did the ghost come from?" "It's true! I saw... a white round shadow." Ashley said while pointing in the direction of the flowerbed. Morgan looked up, the garden was quiet, and there was no white round shadow, he couldn't help but said in a deep voice, "Ashley Sanchez, can you find a better excuse for wanting to throw yourself into my arms?"

Stunning in its perfect hostility. "And speaking of the past..." he says, lowering his glass with deliberate slowness. "I'm told we have a very special guest with us tonight. A ghost, really. One I spent years chasing through continents and silence, through encrypted messages and dead ends." Flora's heart slams against her ribs with such force she fears everyone can hear it echoing through the cavernous space.

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

I was gone, and it wasn't as though they could speak ill of me now, not while my body was being buried in the ground. Even my mother-in-law came. She was already a frail, tiny woman, but seeing her there made her appear decades older. Grayson knelt before my gravestone, convinced he was performing some act of atonement. But to me, his presence was nothing more than repulsive. After the funeral, he returned to the small apartment. Alice, starved for three days, lay there, barely clinging to life. The moment she saw Grayson, fear overtook her—a fear she couldn't hide.