روايات وقصص ضمن Good Ghost Story

I guess we are due for it. Zane and I are heading to a club in the city. It’s a very popular supernatural club, but it’s also a trendy human club. It’s one of the few places where supernaturals and humans can mingle in peace. Zane knows the owner. Apparently, Ghost, yes, his name is fucking Ghost, and no, he isn’t actually a ghost, stupid. Anyway, Ghost is a dark fae who owns the club. He's a sleazy dude who likes slightly crazy women. I’m slightly crazy, so I will be a little flirty, gag. I don’t want to flirt with this loser, and Zane isn’t thrilled either, but if Ghost thinks I’m interested in him, then we have a better chance of getting information or keeping him distracted so Zane can w

“There’s no bathroom! I was lying.” “Mia! You’re way too evil!” “Thank god… I wasn’t scared,” someone muttered stiffly. “How about we tell ghost stories?” Goselle suddenly suggested. “One person, one story—how does that sound?” Dwyn immediately chimed in. “Sure. I’ll go first. I’ll tell you a ghost story from when I was filming in Aeriflux.” The moment everyone heard it happened overseas, they visibly relaxed. For some reason, as long as it wasn’t a story that happened domestically, it just felt less scary.

I don’t even want to tell her about the exhausting day that I had. “…” She gave me a hard and piercing stare that meant she wants to hear everything even if I don’t want to tell her. “A monster killed one of my co-teachers. It’s called a winged-ghoul and it could detach its torso from its legs. I’ve never heard of one or even seen one before but it apparently feed on pregnant women.” “Oh my, how dreadful is that. Did it hurt you?” “No, I said I’m fine. We easily killed the thing.”

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

She endured the pain and pleaded, "Sir, I'll tell the truth, please ease up a little, I can't take it anymore." Elijah eased up a bit, finally giving the female ghost a chance to breathe. The female ghost took a deep breath and began, "Sir, my child and I have always lived in this apartment. But there was an accident before. I had just come back from grocery shopping with my child. As soon as we entered, I sensed something was wrong and smelled gas. Before we could leave, someone appeared behind us, pushed us inside, and blocked the door. The gas smell was overwhelming. When I tried to open the window for ventilation, I found all the windows were sealed. Not long after, my child and I died f

Thus, they ended up talking about mundane things with Nerine, laying it on thick. Talk about gabby. Even bone-dry and thirsty, they would not stop yapping. "Ever hear about the Ghostly Mansion? They say it's full of weird, spooky stuff," one piped up. "Don't freak us out! Those are probably just tall tales," another countered. "Who cares? If we run into something, we'll just snap a few pics with our eyes shut and make a killing selling them." They were all off to the Costa family's place for some 'adventure', but each had their own angle. What they were really up to, well, that was their little secret.

Well, we're not going on the war without a weapon, aren't we? "Hmm, who might be? I don't recall we're having a guest in the middle of the night," I mumble to myself. "Wait a minute," I halt and think about my phrase, "What if that's not a human? What if this mansion has been hiding some ghost stories and Grayson didn't mention that since I can't handle seeing ghost?" Suddenly the thunderstorm echoed, enough to startled me but not enough to made me scream. But it also enough to give me heart attack and die.

“Excuse me sir, could you repeat what you just said?” “My best friend’s ghost is in my house and it is laughing at me. I think it wants to kill me. Send help please, I don’t wanna die “Sure thing, sir. Wait a minute let me ask my grandmother for the Ghostbusters number or maybe I’ll get R.L. Stine to look into it, maybe one of his books has an explanation..” “What? This is not a joke, I’m serious” “Have a nice day, sir.” The line went dead.

Like you actually mean it. For the first time in a long while, the heat building low in her stomach didn’t feel manufactured. It felt real. Dangerous. She sat back down, crossing her legs elegantly, and stared straight into the lens. “Was that slow enough for you, Ghost?” His reply came within seconds. Ghost: $10,000 more if you cancel whatever plans you had tonight and stay online with me instead.