Grave Digger Ghost Novels & Stories

The combination of the silvery moonlight and the flickering glow of the lamp that the men had placed on the ground near where they worked only made the trees look even more eerie. For a moment, Viktor almost forgot about the highwaymen chasing him due to how much he was intrigued by what was happening before him in the graveyard. It might just be the city's undertaker and his assistant, but something else, something that resonated with him as the son of a priest of the death god, told him that these men could hardly be doing any good. Otherwise, why do it overnight? And he had heard of men like that before: grave robbers, body thieves, exhumers.

I hugged her tightly and curled up in the corner. "Open the door! Is anyone in there? "Sir, the villa's water and electricity have been cut off. This camper van has its own power system, so you must be inside. Please, we haven't eaten all day, and we're cold and hungry. After we leave, we'll pay you double." It was Randall's voice. He thought the villa's owner was hiding inside. "Yeah, we won't eat much. This snow and hail won't stop anytime soon. If you don't let us in, we'll freeze to death in the villa, and then you'll be the murderer!" Tessa's voice was threatening.

I patted him down and took the gun that was strapped to his side and put it down on the grass. “Nice seeing you again, Jericho,” Goodman said as I turned him around and pushed him back against the tree. “Can’t say I feel the same about seeing you,” I said. “I was surprised that you showed up. I didn’t think you would,” he said as I looked around for any stragglers or tour groups. But knowing John Gold, he would’ve paid a lot of money to keep the cemetery quiet today. “He was my friend,” I said.

With that, he picked up the shovel and started digging in front of my grave. From noon until dusk, he dug. When the grave was finally ready, he lay inside it and swallowed the poison. It was fast-acting. In mere moments, he was dead. I knew this because I watched his soul rise from his lifeless body. For a long moment, we simply stared at each other in silence. His eyes turned red as he floated toward me, reaching for my hand. I stepped back, my expression cold. "We're both dead now. Let's stop pretending, shall we?"

*** When we arrived at the vampire castle, I saw that fucking tuna head druid digging graves with a broken spade. Werewolves' and druids' bodies were everywhere. It was a fucking mess. I immediately had a very bad feeling. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I shouted at the tuna head. "Sir, I'm digging graves." The tuna head looked at me and answered. "I've just buried my brother. Now I have to dig more graves to bury them. The weather is getting hot and we can't let their bodies stay in the open air like this." "What the f... Where is Louisa?!" I shouted at him.

" He heard the woman say. They weren't even breathing hard from walking up the heels for more than five minutes. "The last time you said that alpha, I was drugged. I don't want to get drugged again." The man pleaded and Hayes wondered who he may be. "Let's get to work." She said, Hayes narrowed his eyes on them. They weren't carrying touches and whispered like the wind. He adjusted the camera angle slightly, capturing the gravediggers' shovels as they rhythmically sliced through the soil, obscuring the evidence of their dark deed. Hayes' heart pounded with a mixture of adrenaline and triumph. Soon, the world would know the truth.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

He was dressed in the same white attire the Council members had been in, but unlike them, he had black hair which seemed to have grayed from age and eyes that looked to be ink black. “You should let go of that,” he said, and I turned to my gaze to find the ‘child’ I’d held unto was actually a rotten corpse with maggots falling off it. I shove away from it, wiping the grease on my hand on my pants. “I heard it speak,” “Yes. Down in the Forgotten Pits, when people die, their souls remain here as ghosts. There’s no escape from this place, not even in death.” I looked up at him, wondering if I was seeing things or if this man at least was real. He looked real enough.

Instead, he looks toward the fractured boundary surrounding the creature. “You should have stayed dormant,” he says quietly. The creature laughs softly. “And you should have stopped digging.” A pulse of unease moves through the clearing. Vaelith’s gaze flicks toward Serik. He looks genuinely lost now. “What digging?” The hunter finally answers. “The old tunnels beneath the northern ridges.” The creature’s smile fades completely. “You opened them.” No one speaks for a moment. Then the hunter says something that makes the air feel colder. “We found the graves.”

It was hungry and bound to this place. He opened his eyes, his heart pounding. Kylie had been right. Whatever cursed Leonidas and his pack, it was here. Buried beneath his own great-grandfather's monument. Edgar stood and looked around. Near a collapsed building, half-hidden by weeds, he spotted an old shovel. It was rusted and worn, but still usable. He grabbed it without hesitation and returned to the statue. If the answers were buried here, he would find them. The shovel bit into the earth. Edgar dug with a fervor he hadn't felt in years. He worked around the base of the statue, clearing away decades of packed soil and creeping roots.