Grave Digger Ghost Novels & Stories

A horrible feeling creeps up my spine. I turn back to the scene before me, to the somber faces, to the coffin draped in black silk. There's a coffin! And then I see it. The grave. Dug beside the black coffin. Fresh earth. Fresh headstone. All set to swallow a dead legend, right? The name carved into the stone nearly knocks the breath out of me. Edmondo D’Avi. My heart stops. No. No, no, no. This isn’t real.

He kicked the ground, digging the vamp of his boot into the ground. Even in death, they continued to ignore him. He looked around, there was no one there. Not even the phantom presence people always spoke about when they visited burial places. No comforting whispers from beyond the grave, no sound. Just silence and emptiness. He kicked the ground, digging the vamp of his boot into the earth.

"Because you were about to lock it in. Marry her. Make it permanent. I waited. I gave you time to see it yourself. You used every second to build your clean little life on top of his body and I just kept watching you do it." "If he's really gone," Jose started, "then why dig all this up now, why make me—" "He's not gone." Rainer's voice cracked on the last word like something breaking under too much weight. He looked away. Looked back. "I dug the grave last week. It's empty, Jose. He's been hiding. He's scared. And he hates us both for letting it get that far. For letting her get that close to finishing it."

" Susan exchanged a quick glance with him, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of fear and curiosity. They had no choice but to seek another entrance. Mohammed cautiously moved toward the side of the villa, and Susan followed hesitantly. They soon reached Mirna's window, where a faint light filtered through the curtains, breaking the The surrounding darkness of night. They stopped before him. Susan pulled her coat tighter around her trembling body, while Mohammed leaned forward slightly, his eyes sharp, trying to detect the slightest movement or shadow inside. Neither of them knew that beneath their feet, in the still soil of the villa's garden, lay three secret graves. Three murdered souls, bu

From the helicopter, I watched Alfred race to the crash site, clutching the fallen license plate, crying out, "Helen, Ruby..." It did not take long for the internet to explode with news of Ruby and I dying in that fiery wreck. I held my sleeping Ruby tight, put away my phone, and whispered, "This is it, Alfred. We're done for good." Alfred was haunted, thinking it was all some nightmare. He would slap himself, pinch his skin, and even jab himself with a knife, desperate to snap out of it. However, the pain, sharp and undeniable, kept telling him the brutal truth.

Even if one popped out, I wouldn't be scared. As he pushed with all his strength to pry open the stone coffin lid, he kept laughing to himself. Darius had grown up among outlaws and had heard every crazy ghost story in the book According to legend, if you came across a Blood Ghoul—basically a supercharged, undead monster—in an underground crypt, the best way to deal with it was either with a silver spike dipped in holy water or an old ritual. That ritual involved burning myrrh and mimicking a monk's apology tour.

We were at the place, late at night, Lucas asked me to bring out the shovels from the back of the truck, I assumed he wanted to use that for something else, I was taken aback when he asked me to dig out the grave of my own dead father, then again, be has no idea that I share the same blood as Dracula and that he was Dad. I assisted in digging out the casket of Dracula, inside of it was smelling, Lucas who was eager to open the casket, throw away the shovel and bravely opened the casket, and to our own surprise there wasn't any body.. "Impossible, what the fuck!?". Lucas angrily throw the shovel away and grunt's at the casket, he then closed it with force that ghost around might want to wake

Seeing the echo wait for her to follow it, Levy gritted her teeth and then stepped inside the graveyard, no sooner did she step inside, she could feel the small hair on the back of her neck stand up straight, she did not understand why they were here, was the soul hunter broken? She had a number of questions but none of these questions had any answers because an echo could never answer her questions, at most it can only guide her. So, Levy let the echo guide her as it headed to the end of the graveyard and then stopped in front of a rather old grave. If Levy was not looking at the grave, she would have never believed that she was actually seeing it—— the grave instead of having an angle had

I went to the gates of the cemetery; my eyes fell to the broken lock as I smiled on how fortunate my day must have been. Was it a human? Witch? Vampire? I open the gate quietly as I entered; my steps so silent it was like a whisper as I hunted down the guest before a wave of nausea hit me. The smell of flesh, acid and dirt made me feel sick and I accepted why werewolves bury werewolves wherever they die or far away from home. I hummed softly when I saw the human who was digging up a grave probably in search for something valuable. I sat on top of a tombstone as I watched this human struggle with a shovel.