Grave Digger Ghost Novels & Stories

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.

I used a flashlight as I leaned closer toward the graveyard, convinced that there was something fishy going on there. But as I leaned closer, I heard muffled cries from the grave. My heart stopped, and my feet felt weak to move. My first instinct was that it was a ghost, and it wanted me to throw myself inside the grave so it would devour me whole. An icy chill went through my spine, and my breath caught. This was impossible. "Aurora..." the voice murmured. "Adrian, Mama... Mama loves you." My heart jumped when I heard those names. I didn't even glance at the grave before jumping inside. If my first instinct was right, then I would be dead if a ghost with Giselle's voice was luring me inside

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.

André was there for him then and now, how lucky he was, knowing that henceforward his life would always be filled with joy. ------------------------------------------ "Bryson, listen...there's this club we have to try, it's called ‘Diamante’ they have the best singers, dancers, both male and female strippers, we should definitely try it and see how it goes…they’re even offering a 10% discount for first-time guests". Said Seth as he was scrolling through his phone. "I am in no time to be going to clubs, I’m extremely busy, besides this company can’t run itself…moreover how the heck did you even find such a place"? asked Bryson as he continued typing on his computer.

I managed to whisper, my eyes fluttering shut. "The ledger is finished," Silas said, his voice a low rumble that was blissfully silent in my head. No psychic echo. No judgment. Just the cold wind. "Now we start the design for your ghost." As he carried me toward the Northern Citadel, I felt the "Voice" of the Crescent Pack finally fade into static. Roman was screaming into the void, but for the first time in a long while, I couldn't hear him. The pavement had cracked. And I had finally fallen through.

"What does that mean?" "It means the demons may have created another portal from the underworld," he explains, his voice low and deep. "How does Gideon know?" I ask as chills begin to slide down my neck. "He has been patrolling the graveyard and found suspicious footprints near the older headstones." I cock my head, my brows pushing together. "What did they look like?" "Nothing human," Dominic admits, running a hand through his hair, locking eyes with me. "Or like any animal." He swallows.

“That isn’t the only time, either. Since I came to help clean the place up, I’ve been seein’ people who don’t belong practically every day. Here one minute, gone the next.” “I got the creeps when Ian brought me here to check the place out and decide what to do with it,” Jackson admitted. “The place was riddled with skeletons. Some were intact, and others were scattered about. It was like walking through a grave yard.” Adam’s eyes went wide with surprise. “No one buried those poor people?” Jackson’s face twisted with disgust. “They were just left to rot in the elements or be eaten by critters.”

Nothing stirred here, and he was craving to hear even one note from those drums. All he heard was the scrape of the captain's dagger as he dug deeper. Nathaniel's concentration was deep, sweat beading with exertion on his brow and dropping to slicken his hands. He didn't need to dig too deeply. The earth had always been hard and digging the depth of the average grave had proved impossible, as if the broad roots that wound below sought to eject the dead or anything that tried to bed there. And soon, the hilt of the dagger penetrated the rotting fabric of a burial shroud, exposing the grotesque grin of a skull, all flesh long devoured from its bones.

Flashback Orangun Cemetery The skies were bright and clear as it was a sunny day. The graveyard was quiet as it is meant to be, but the presence of a man in Black hood changed it all. The peaceful ghosts cried out to him, as he walked past them. He looked neither left nor right, for he knew who he came for today. After a few minutes of walking around in the graveyard, he finally stopped at a particular grave. He turned and faced reading out the name on the block plaque "Stella Andrew" he smirked. Suddenly the ground shook and the earth dug itself six feet under. Then suddenly the coffin inside levitated upwards and landed beside the man.

The fight had been fierce, and they were more than ready to drag their injured bodies home. “Good riddance, bitch,” one burly guy said before spitting at the grave. WOOOOOSH! Cold wind suddenly blew, making all of them shiver. “Shit! Is that her ghost?” the youngest asked in a terrified voice which earned him a whack on the head from their leader. “Are you stupid? We just buried her. She might not even be dead yet. What ghost are you talking about?” the leader countered, but he too was obviously rattled.