Good Ghost Story Novels & Stories

--------------------- GUILT is one of those emotions that feeds on itself. With every bite, it gets a little HEAVIER. -Sadie. --------------------- Dolores pursued her lips and didn't continue talking to Noami, their room's door was locked shut by some magnetic field, Dolores had already felt the strength running through her legs now. She wanted to go out and investigate. It seemed that the ghost liked to scare them one by one, giving them enough time to rest in between, so twisted.

"Once upon a time, this forest was inhabited by an old man who always carried an ax. Because he was old, his eyesight and hearing were disturbed. One day, there was a woman who bathed in the river. The man thought that the woman was a fox demon disguised as a woman. He swung the ship around the woman's neck and plaaakkk ....! he cut her head off!" They fell silent, feeling a cold wind blowing at the base of their necks. Although most of them said they were not afraid of the stories Nicholas told. But there was still a strange atmosphere they could feel. "Do ... do ghosts really exist?" asked Alexei who only heard the story, his face already white. "The ghost doesn't exist!" the rational Matt

Then, I brought out a bottle of whiskey and finished everything in one go. I even placed an order of fresh pig's blood online. I'd read somewhere that ghosts were extremely afraid of pig's blood. And since I wasn't able to rid myself of Mabel's ghost, I would just go all out and fight her instead. I held the bowl of blood in my hands, feeling comforted by its presence. Then, I waited patiently in the living room for the ghost to appear again. Just as the clock struck 9:00 pm, all of the lights in the house went out all of a sudden.

I said "it's okay you guys carry on I will be back after sometime" they agreed i went to library i seen bookshelf is moving how can a bookshelf move is there any ghost here iam scared god if it is really will it kill me I went slowly someone is coming I thought it ghost and screamed "ahhhhhh" someone closed my mouth with their palm and pinned me to bookshelf

Just poured himself a coffee, black and bitter, and leaned against the counter like the weight of the building could hold him steady. Ghost appeared like he always did, silent and sudden, leaning in the doorway with a cigarette burning low. His pale eyes cut across the room, landing on Rhett, steady and unblinking. “You didn’t sleep,” Ghost said. Not a question. A fact. Rhett took a swallow of coffee that burned all the way down. “Didn’t need to.”

Blackwater blood. My chest tightened. This was not a new stain. This was years old. It had been here before the freezer, before the kitchen, before the rebuilt packhouse. They built this place on top of the dead. The truth landed heavy and sharp. The story everyone told about clearing the land was a lie. These walls stood on bones and ash. My hands shook as I scrubbed harder. The brush scraped frost and grime but the smell stayed. The cold crept deeper, biting through the gloves, through my skin. My teeth began to chatter.

It was sold and is currently a computer shop. The End...?. ++++++++++ Female Spirit Story #1: Stolen Shots Hi guys, thanks for accepting me. I want to share a story about something that happened to me a long time ago. I was the type of person who didn’t believe in ghosts. I didn’t scare easily either. And I also thought back then that stories about them were all made up or just figments of people's wild imagination. Also, I thought that they were just created to scare others who will listen to them.

Upon noticing him, Yusra walked toward the boy before asking, “Did you hear that as well, Mr. Crawford?” After nodding in response, Gerald watched as Hauk—who had a whisk in hand—came out as well before saying, “How strange… Even if regular ghosts were to notice us, they’d most probably be too afraid to come close… With that said, I wonder who’s daring enough to beat those drums…” “It’s clearly a sign that our guests aren’t ordinary ghosts, then… Regardless, we’ve been discovered!” muttered Master Greendrake as he and several others began walking out as well.

Hazel was startled awake, her whole body trembling. She opened her eyes and saw a dark shadow by her bed. She also heard the sound of dripping water, faint but not enough to make her heart race. Outside, the rain was pouring down, the streetlights dimmer than usual, and wind howling loudly. She shuddered and clutched her blanket tightly, screaming, "Ah! Ghost!" Jack was taken aback by Hazel's reaction, then overwhelmed with anger. Ghost? His handsome face twisted slightly, and he cracked his knuckles.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.