Grave Digger Ghost Novels & Stories

But it didn't matter to her anymore. "Do you know what you are?" "A Night... Hallow." she answered meekly. "Indeed. But do you know what kind of a Night Hallow you are?" She shook her head. "What is your name?" "Lana." she answered briefly. "Lana. Lana the Ghoul." the male repeated. "A ghoul?" "A phantom. Perhaps you have been associated with the graves before?" the male asked. Lana nodded. "Maybe... when I was alive, I remember working as a gravedigger."

He found two freshly covered graves, he looked around and found a shovel. Pascal was looking at Swift wondering if he had gone crazy from looking for Genevieve. Swift began to dig the first grave. "What are you doing?" Pascal asked as his nose savour the stenchy smell emanating from the grave, he quickly covered his poor nose to reduce it suffering.

She didn’t entered into Marylyn she wanted her to enjoy her moment with Manuel but she couldn’t sit and watch them having sex and she disappears back to the hospital walking around only for she to see a woman crying and she stood staring at the woman and the woman stood up and walks to her and she says to her “ Can you see me? The woman asks in tears and Evelyn looks around because as far as she knows no one has seen her since her death. “ Can you see me? She replied with a question. “ Yes, I can see you” the woman says. “ Meaning we can see each other right? Evelyn asks. “Yes” the woman answered. “ Why are you crying? She asked the woman. “ My husband mistress asked that I should be killed

“What was it, Grandpa? Why didn’t they see anything?” “You’ll just have to wait to find out.” “Phooey.” “You’ll see honey.” “Holy crap! What the hell was that? What was that?” Paul cried out. “Uh… Paul... my dad says more than one murder victim was dumped out here a long time ago.” “You mean… ghosts?” “What would you call it? What else could it be?” “We didn’t see any…” “We didn’t see any... what? We didn’t see any... what, Paul? Paul?”

“Or the shadows might carry you away.” Dominguez remembered. Having seen almost a full century, he was a man of many secrets. Though his frame was frail and his mind aged, he remembered much. As the cemetery’s solitary gravedigger, Dominguez often strolled its outer perimeter during the dark hours. In his way, he walked the boundary of darkness and light. His occasional whispering to the shadows punctured the silence, for two dark forms followed him closely. Most other visitors to Marion Cemetery never saw the old whispering man with the deep-red ruby ring on his right hand. Some who came during the dark early hours heard his whispering, even if they did not see the man himself, and Lucy New

"Let's split up and get to work." The two of them quickly left the main hall. … Elsewhere, at the ancestral graveyard, Gideon stood in front of the tomb for a long time. After a lot of thought, he finally made a decision. "Old man, I'm sorry, but I don't believe that you're dead. It sounds too fake. So, no hard feelings." With that, he yanked the tombstone up. Then, channeling his energy into a claw-shaped force, he tore the ground open, revealing a black coffin underneath.

Following my father's directions, the cars wound through twisting back roads until they reached a desolate graveyard. "There, Adeline. You wanted to see Samuel? He's right here." My father's face was etched with deep, weary lines. After speaking those words, he seemed to drain of all strength, slumping forward and resting against my headstone. My black-and-white photo stared back from the marker. But Adeline just fixed her cold gaze on the tombstone, her eyes brimming with unmistakable disgust. She lashed out without warning, slapping my father hard across the face.

He stood there completely rigid, lips trembling, unable to produce a single word. Then his legs buckled. He went straight down, landing in the carpet beside the leather couch with a thud. "Fifteen... million..." He was mumbling. Completely gone. Cassie finally cracked. The triumph evaporated from her face and was replaced with sheer, wide-eyed panic. "That's impossible. There's no way." She shoved Tom aside and lunged at the director's computer. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up the actual transaction logs. The screen was wall-to-wall orders, all the same time window, all suspiciously similar IP addresses.

“Someone dug up your mother’s grave.” *** Thirty minutes later, they were all at a small cemetery on the outskirts of town. The night sky was overcast. The air felt much colder. And when Lilith saw the grave, her chest tightened and her legs felt even weaker. The ground around the grave was in disarray. The headstone was tilted. Clearly, someone had been trying to dig there. Someone had come there on purpose. Lucas, standing beside Lilith, was still holding her waist tightly, protecting her. Lucas’s gaze swept the surrounding area, while Ingrid crouched near the excavation site. Ingrid’s expression grew stranger by the second.

He left for home after the agreement was made but he wasn’t able to sleep a wink that night, he kept seeing Talia in his dreams. The moment he caught sight of dawn breaking, he grabbed the locket and ran to the Head Grave digger. The man was surprised by his urgency but he called two other workers to come with him. “Are you sure you’ll be able to find the grave?” Jared asked the head grave digger as they walked towards the forest. The man bobbed his head. He was quite tall and held a wooden staff, a crow was perched on his left shoulder and it made Jared uncomfortable but he didn’t say anything.