Grave Digger Ghost Novels & Stories

The ground caved in, and a bone-chilling scream erupted as the elder was buried alive in the quagmire. Standing nearby, Chase gasped for air as his chest heaved. Despite his overwhelming strength, the elder had not been fully subdued. "These old ghosts are too cunning," he muttered while wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His fierce eyes remained fixed on the mound of earth in the pit before him. "Hmm?" Chase frowned and began digging through the dirt, but there was no trace of the elder's body. This was bad! Before Chase could react, the elder appeared behind him like a phantom. A dark dagger plunged into Chase's chest, and the blade pierced deeply.

The black of the ground have already tainted his skin, and the rotting smell hugged her nostrils indefinitely, but he still continued to shovel joes and janes trying to be anhedonic in staring the relics of the past responsibility-dodgers to uncover something…anything. As he dug his hundredth grave 6 feet under with his foot in it, a certain group of rowdy looking men approached. He had no time to think of a faux escape of circumvention because he had not sleep, no breakfast and no energy. So, he did what he thought would work best for him: hide under one of the corpse brides he got the privilege to meet. He opened a small hole at the edge of the sarcophagus for oxygen because the feet tap-d

So he waited until they entered and then took a running start, jumped catching the top bar of the iron fence that was ten feet up and vaulted over it landing in a crouch. His eyes scanned and he saw movement of two figures to his right. That wasn’t all he saw. He stood and his jaw clenched. They were in a fucking graveyard. He thought vampires couldn’t walk in graveyards, but then again he had met a giant who managed to find a way to shrink himself, so stranger things had happened. The fact they were in a graveyard was concerning to him actually. They were dealing with an item that belonged to Hel, and she was a goddess of the underworld. Or part goddess and he’d been at this too long to no

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

I coughed, "You wouldn't- happen to have a shovel with you, do you?" "I do- it's around here, somewhere..." "Alright, Maurice, mark the spot so you don't forget, I need you to dig me out," "Trust me, lady, Your grave is unique, it's not hard to miss," What did he mean? "Can you please elaborate on that," "Whoever buried you out here was in a rush, there is no headstone." I hear his heartbeat become faint, Why would need a headstone? I am not dead, someone is just playing a sick game with me.

Claire had a surprised expression on her face as she asked, “Mom, what’s wrong with you?” Elaine was extremely solemn as she said, “Let me tell you. Someone was killed by a ghost at the Mount Phoenix Cemetery last night! Even his brain was completely sucked out! It is said that he was bleeding out of his seven orifices when he died, and there was a big hole on the top of his head. As a result, his head turned out to be an empty shell with nothing inside at all!”

I want to go back since it’s already dark but I feel this invisible force pulling me inside the graveyard. I keep walking inside the graveyard. The tombstones are old and breaking down into ruins and it’s hard to read the names on them. I come across a well which is located at the center of the graveyard. The well is huge and unused for a long time. When I listen carefully, I realize that the whispers are coming from the well. They’re echoing inside the well. There are so many voices inside the well. They seem alive and speaking to me. I can’t make out what they’re saying but they have this odd aura about them that seems to be pulling me towards the well more.

I didn't even bother to ask how he knew where to find us seeing how distraught he was. 'What is it now? ' My mate looked at the heaving teenager, waiting impatiently for him to speak. 'Mimi's grave...Someone dug her coffin out. ' 'What? ' We asked simultaneously, mouth agape and eyes wide trying to comprehend what he had just said. 'Why would someone dig a corpse out? ' I thought aloud, trying to come up with a possible explanation for this creepy happenings. 'Not just that, the remains of Mimi specifically. ' My mate whispered, thoughts running wild like mine.

one worker asked. His co-worker shrugged, seemingly unmoved by the scene as he replied, “It’s hard to tell. People do odd things when they grieve. I’ve seen it all.” “Well, it’s getting damned cold out here and I’m not crazy. Let’s go,” the other said. The grave diggers took one last look in my direction before picking up their belongings and forging their way through the rain back toward the cemetery office.