Ghost Witch Movie Novels & Stories

She chuckled. "Nice idea! We'll watch a horror movie!" I said happily as I watched her eyes widen at the suggestion. "No! I want to watch The Vow!" She pouted. "How about Insidious? Or The Exorcism of Emily Rose?" I asked, ignoring her protests and skipping to the box to search for a good horror movie. "No!" She shouted behind me. "How about Poltergeist?" "No!" "Annabelle?" "No!" "The Grudge?" "No freaking way. I don't​ want to wet my pants. I watched it once and damn, I was so near to pissing myself. That creature, oh my God, that thing in that movie gives me nightmares."

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered. It was a fight of Witches, werewolves and vampires against humans. It was a fierce battle but the humans won. They had the weapons and the witches, werewolves and others had the magic, given to them by the devil. “You need to live, Lucia! Live! Live!" Those were her mother's last words to her before she died. It's been fourteen years but it still echoed in her ears and sent chills down her spine. Her stomach rumbled as a thick putrid smell hit her in the nose. Her pupils darted around the room in search of what produced the foul smell.

Just hearing it made the trees outside the window blur like home was hiding behind them. “Give me the rundown again,” William said, eyes still on the road. Alexandra reached for the wrinkled sheet of paper on the dash. “So, about a month ago, this group of teenagers decided to go poking around this supposedly haunted house on the edge of town—” William cut her off. “Haunted by what?” “Allegedly,” she said, “by a spirit who hates women. Legend says it targets girls—hangs them in the rafters.” “Oh,” I said dryly. “Awesome.”

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

Amy Waltson nodded, "Oh." Max ignored her and went straight back to the room. After entering the house, Amy Waltson looked around and couldn't help but shudder. She trot to the bed and covered herself with the quilt. That's why she didn't watch horror movies when she was young. She is courageous enough to watch science fiction films, but never see ghost movies. Because she always feel that things in science fiction movies are impractical, but ghost stories seem to be very close to me. After all, the ancient myths have been read from childhood, and the sequelae are not covered.

I whispered, “if I told you that Tremaine is a witch?” The words seemed to strike him physically, his body recoiling before he froze. I half-expected him to laugh, to dismiss me, but he didn’t. His face hardened, pale and drawn. “What?” “I saw it,” I said, the memory flashing so vividly I could taste bile. “I heard it. She was speaking to a mirror—only it wasn’t just a mirror. There was something inside it. A creature. Ugly. Misshapen. It spoke back. And they… they were plotting. They were talking about killing me.”

Or maybe it's my a/c? Couldn't I be haunted? Do you know the story of the killer ghosts that lurk around every three o'clock in the morning? They show up to the victim and murder them. That scene is like this. I took a deep breath and waited for someone to show up. It's really the last and I'm going back to my bedroom, I'm a little scared. My heart almost went out of the rib cage when suddenly a man in a hat appeared on the screen. It showed a round object, like a hypnotic device, that resembled the shade of dean's eye. I looked at it and I seemed to hear something strange.

he closes the lid of his laptop then puts it on the side table. "Then watch movie with me." "I don't like horror movie. It's all fake.” "There ARE ghosts in this world, Honey. Ghosts, spirits, haunted houses. They are most definitely real." He makes a face, a ‘meh’ face, "Can we play a game? Something stimulating, not just sit and scream watching this ridiculous movie." I'm gonna let that comment about this movie being ridiculous slides, simply because he pays me good. If he's one of my younger siblings, he would've been kicked somewhere the moment that word comes out.

She's so talkative and she won't even stop whining like a kid. "What do you want to watch?" I asked her. "I actually want a horror movie, but I'm afraid you won't like it. Maybe you're afraid of ghosts?" "Who said that? I'm not a girl to be afraid of ghosts!" She nodded while smiling playfully at me. "Well then, let's watch a horror movie!" "Let's go!" *** "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IF YOU ONLY SAW HOW SCARED YOU WERE! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU'RE SUCH A SCAREDY-CAT!" The crazy woman kept on laughing as soon as we left the cinema.