Good Ghost Story Novels & Stories

As I stepped out and fumbled for my towel, a spooky creak scraped along the doorframe, sending a jolt of fear through my veins. Gosh, why did I do this to myself? I had this terrible habit of reading horror stories and spending sleepless nights huddled under the covers in fear. And then it came again, the same scraping noise but followed by muffled, ominous laughter. It was definitely not my overactive imagination. Did someone else use this room when I wasn't around at night? Goosebumps erupted across my already prickling skin as I slowly opened the door a sliver to look. It was only a quarter past nine, too early for ghosts to come out. At least in the stories I read, they waited till midni

Elaine was extremely solemn as she said, “Let me tell you. Someone was killed by a ghost at the Mount Phoenix Cemetery last night! Even his brain was completely sucked out! It is said that he was bleeding out of his seven orifices when he died, and there was a big hole on the top of his head. As a result, his head turned out to be an empty shell with nothing inside at all!” When Claire heard this, she could not help but have a helpless expression on her face as she said, “Mom, no matter what it is, you’re still a university graduate. You actually believe such rumors? There is no such thing as ghosts in this world! It’s all just a lie.”

Marina tried to look inside, only to see a burned-out house, so she asked the person in front: “Tell me, what's going on in there?” “ Oh, you don't know, Marina's house burned down last night and she probably didn't escape the fire, she must have died...” The man had just finished speaking when he turned to see Marina, he stood dumbfounded for a moment, his face gradually became afraid, then shouted: “ G... Gh... Ghostttttt!!!!” The man's scream caught everyone's attention, and everyone's eyes turned to Marina. Of course everyone was like the other man, their faces gradually became scared, they all backed away into the distance. Right now they just want to stay away from Marina as far as pos

I whispered back, then there I saw him opening his eyes slowly. "That is not human, so go back to sleep and let them play themselves in the middle of the night." What does that mean? They are not humans? And let them play in the middle of the night? When he saw my curious and puzzled face, he turned around to face me and look at me seriously. "In every dormitory, there is a ghost. It's a normal thing of course, that's why some students even though they need to travel far from their houses, they were choosing it over dormitory because they can't just handle some creepy things. So whatever you will hear and see needs to be buried at that moment. We don't need to see them, but we can actually f

Then the chief started to make clear to them, “Huh… I think you can’t understand the question thoroughly so let me rephrase it. Did you guys see some weird things like people disappearing from the place suddenly or talking about ghosts or blah blah blah…” After he said it, they were thinking for some minutes and one of the boys said that his mother was talking about an old greenhouse which had been destroyed by some accident and was being possessed by ghosts and that’s why we all are planning to go there…” As soon as he started to talk about their plan, one of his friends beat his hand and the boy stopped talking about it and finished the sentence by telling. “I think that’s what my mother t

"She came on the back of a storm and left a curse in its wake. They say she walks the cliffs on a new moon, a ghost of salt and sorrow." He straightened up, his brief moment of generosity vanishing. "Now get out. Before we throw you out." It wasn't a lead; it was a ghost story. But it was a thread. I glanced at Cassius, but his expression was carved from stone. "Thank you," I said to the scarred man, leaving my beer untouched. I pulled the heavy door open, but a shift in the room made me look back. They were on their feet, a silent, menacing wall of bodies between us and the bar.

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

I further questioned him Hearing my question Draco face suddenly turned overcast as he said “It’s a Black blood ghost” “Black Blood Ghost?” I was stunned, I haven’t read anything about such a type of ghost in my grandmother book, and this looked something new and dangerous at same time.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, the sensor-activated lights in the corridor toggled on and off without reason, which made her feel rather nervous. In the past when they were living in the dormitory, Hazel always told ghost stories of Northtide College. The one that went around the most often was… the one about the ghost of the female teacher clothed in red who would show up at midnight inside the office building. It went as far back as twenty years ago. Back then, she had always thought of it as nothing more than a joke, but now... while she was in the middle of the corridor at midnight… Suddenly, she could hear Hazel’s ghostly whisper when she was telling the story. It replayed like a

’ ‘I heard the lights don’t work and if you go in there and say, gnaga, gnaga, gnaga three times, this freaky ghost will appear and cut you pieces. Alisa laughed, ‘Oh that’s ridiculous, I pray every night to keep evil spirits from this school. I’m sure God is looking after us here.’ Seeing as Alisa knew about the Gnaga story, it wasn’t long until everyone else did too. The story spread around the school quickly and became quite popular among the young year seven and eight girls.