Grave Digger Ghost Novels & Stories

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

“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.

Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave. Despair and regret swallowed me whole. I screamed, I sobbed, I begged her to let him go. But as my father's body swung lifelessly, Adeline's smile only grew colder. "Now it's his sister's turn." At that moment, her face was twisted and grotesque, like a demon that had crawled straight out of hell.

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.

I was gone, and it wasn't as though they could speak ill of me now, not while my body was being buried in the ground. Even my mother-in-law came. She was already a frail, tiny woman, but seeing her there made her appear decades older. Grayson knelt before my gravestone, convinced he was performing some act of atonement. But to me, his presence was nothing more than repulsive. After the funeral, he returned to the small apartment. Alice, starved for three days, lay there, barely clinging to life. The moment she saw Grayson, fear overtook her—a fear she couldn't hide.

They turned on their heels and walked away, no longer heeding Samantha’s cries. With the Beta’s guidance, Blake and Kaden found where Lucia and I were buried. Kaden clawed at the soil desperately, trying to excavate the burial site. With bloodshot eyes, Blake stared at Lucia’s name on the wooden plaque. “How could you be dead, Lucia? This can’t be true!” Despite Blake’s attempts to mindlink Lucia, he could not get through to her. Blake and Kaden dug the grave like mad wolves. They had to see us with their own eyes.

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.

The zombie grunted and made a concerted effort to move the soil from the grave in greater quantities, all while sending me little glares from his empty eye sockets—it had less impact without actual eyeballs. “Endora.” I screeched. I may be the most evil of witches in the entire country, but it’s still a dark and quiet cemetery on Halloween. Swinging around on my heeled boots, I scowled at the ground-keeper sneaking up on me like an ancient ghost. The gnarled old man in his late seventies was one of the few humans to be aware of our existence, only because most of my work was done in the very place he managed and he’d seen more than his fair share of hands breaching fresh graves.