Ghostly Haunts Novels & Stories

Asked Ria. "Who knows? Because there some unfinished business? She or he carrying a grudge? I do not know either. But what certain is that if one becomes a ghost because they died tragically and become a terrifying ghost…” Loren shrugged. Oh really? But the one that’s in the house, was far from scary. He even looked like an ordinary human. Handsome human. Except for the fact that the figure was transparent and could walked through the wall… Also inhale the aroma of food to eat…

“Let me see if I can explain this so that it makes sense.” He walked into the ensuite bathroom to get a drink of water before returning to explain his meaning behind the statement that the house was haunted, but not with ghosts. “When something or someone haunts, he, she, or it manifests itself into a space that it normally would not belong in. It does not have to be a dead person. It could be an object or a live person or even an animal.” “I’m not following you,” I mumbled. I didn’t want to admit to him that, although I wasn’t one-hundred percent sure what he was talking about, something about it felt correct.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

"How did you find this place?" "Just passing through." He couldn't see Lorenzo's spirit, but he had caught a glimpse of the dissipating mist and the black residue on the ground. A chill ran down his spine. "This place is haunted!" Marco took a panicked step back. "Haunted?" I held up my phone, showing him the recording bar pulsing on the screen. "Marco, a traitor with blood on his hands like you would have a guilty conscience." "You… how much did you hear?" Marco gripped his gun, trying to feign composure.

Warm blood slides down my cheek as the ache swells and throbs. The shadows gather, their forms flickering in and out of focus. Four silhouettes emerge, closing in with unnatural slowness, their movements dragging through the air like figures wading through water. They hover at the edge of my vision, shifting and distorting, a pack of vengeful ghosts drawn together by hunger. “There’s nowhere to run, Tabitha Huxley…” Their mouths stretch into impossible smiles as they advance, teeth gleaming too white in the dark. NO!

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

“Why? Have you seen one?” Bianca swallowed, clutching the back of a chair as though it might anchor her. “Maybe I have.” His stare didn’t waver. For a long, suffocating moment, she thought he might rise, drag the truth from her by force. Instead, he smirked, thin, cruel, and unreadable. “Careful, Bianca. Ghosts here don’t rest. They haunt until they’re buried twice.” He left her with that, the door clicking shut, locking her inside with silence.

Someone who knew him well enough to call him out if he was losing his grip. Caroline agreed to meet him without hesitation. She watched him over her drink as he fidgeted in his seat, pushing food around his plate like it might rearrange itself into an answer. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked finally. Ben took a breath. “I think my house is haunted.” Her eyebrows shot up as she chewed, but he didn’t stop. “The ghost watched me in the shower.” He made a vulgar motion with his hand. She choked. Ben winced but barreled on. “It got quite the show. I mean, full frontal. Very educational.”

Daniel lunged with saliver, but a new figure rose behind him and gripped his throat. The spectral leader floated forward, hovering above the altar. Its eyes fixed on David’s mark. It whispered: “The vessel is here.” David cried out. The light in the stone pulsed bright red. The roots slithered like serpents. The hauntings converged on the altar. I gripped Sarah’s hand. We pressed together. The pillars trembled, dust falling. John roared. He struck outward, torch in fist. The ghost recoiled, but a thousand shadows spilled from the walls, forming shapes around us.

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.