Ghostly Apparitions Novels & Stories

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

Dima (with a sly smile): There she is, I see her now, fast asleep. Malik (commandingly): Come closer... Grab her by the neck. Suddenly, in a flash, Dima's shadow began to take shape, curling into a dark entity, stealthily slipping into Miranda's room like a silent spirit. The door opened slowly, its sharp sound shattering the villa's stillness. Dima's ghostly form slid inside, its chill spreading like poison through the air.

When he notices Harold, he jumps as if zapped by electricity. "Gruelling gastritis! Be gone from me, you vile offspring of Satan!" Harold halts whilst Sid keeps rubbing his eyes and glaring at Harold. He does this repeatedly before shrieking once again like a hoarse-voiced banshee. "Abstract apparition! I am seeing a ghost! Flee from me you godforsaken demon. Scram! I said be gone you deranged ghost. Why should you haunt me? You brought it upon yourself! You are despicable! I command thee to return to the netherworld. Be gone from the land of the living!"

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

I spent the next few days learning the purpose of and how to use the equipment that Nora had purchased in preparation for our taking on the paranormal. I found it both interesting and frustrating. There were gadgets for almost everything one might imagine, such as electromagnetic detectors and thermometers. Apparently, ghosts use electricity to help them manifest and, when they do, the temperature in the room will change even if you can’t see them. Being a skeptic at heart, I found the equipment both interesting and amusing.

"This island will not be visible to the brothers." As she speaks, the symbols on the ground begin to glow, their light growing brighter and more intense. From within the circle, ghostly spirits emerge, their forms ethereal and terrifying. They have bony hands and skeletal faces, remnants of lives long lost to time. The spirits swirl around me. They touch my chin, lift strands of my hair, their fingers cold, numbing and burning all at the same time, as if their fingers carry the chill of the grave. Their hollow eyes bore into mine, and I can feel their malice, their delight in my fear.

After a long time, Murong Cheng ground his back teeth and asked them, "After returning to the ghost village, what if you can't find a method?" Fearing that Murong Cheng would be angry with the village people, Old Ghost Huang busily voiced out, "This ghost is no longer an ordinary little ghost! It can take over a person's body, eat away a person's soul, and hide in an ordinary person's body to make people defenseless! There are countless ways to drive it away and scare it, but it's not easy to get rid of it completely! Otherwise, why don't ghost repellers call themselves ghost killers? Why don't ghost hunters call themselves ghost killers? Because it is too difficult! ...... From a physical p

My bones know it's him, and I walk across the restaurant until I'm standing next to the table. His chocolate eyes mirror mine, an unfamiliar hardness shining in them. He's a ghost. An apparition. A twilight phantom, all mixed in one, brought back to life for a single night, for a single purpose. To haunt me until he puffs back into the elusive dust he really is. "Hello, Hannah." As if I don't have enough nightmares to deal with.

How could I trust anyone in this nightmarish tableau where reality and nightmare intertwined in a macabre dance of death? I took a step back, my pulse pounding in my ears as I struggled to make sense of the madness unfolding before me. And then, as if sensing my hesitation, the figure turned its gaze back to him, its form shimmering and shifting like smoke in the moonlight. "Leave this place, right away!! " it hissed its voice a sinister whisper that sent shivers racing down my spine. "Your presence here is not appreciated. Leave, or face the consequences." The ghost said.

“Apart from the whole ‘no rejection thing’, it is also a period of time that the dead are closer to the living. The line between life and death is blurred and it continues to blur the longer the Omen Moon continues. And it involves good and bad spirits. And soon their apparitions become more evident if they chose to make themselves seen. Even sometimes, against their will.” “That explains what I saw in the living room,” I said absent mindedly. Hazel turned to me confused and I gave her a stern look. “Hazel, I don’t think what I saw in the living room earlier was a rat. I saw feet and a tall figure. I’m not sure if it was human though. If anything, it is likely to be one of those shadows.” I