Grave Story Novels & Stories

a voice hissed into his ear. The garage door suddenly opened, revealing a hollow, oil-scented cavern. To Graham’s horror, he wasn't the first one there. He was shoved inside, stumbling to his knees in the dirt. Two figures stepped out from behind the skeletal frame of an old Ford Mustang. A woman in a blood-red dress emerged like a phantom, accompanied by a middle-aged man in a sharp suit. Graham squinted through the gloom, a cold, terrifying sweat breaking out across his brow as the woman leaned down, her face inches from his.

I could see my grave stone already. In the loving memory of Ananya Anahita Bajaj Oberoi who dared to invite her brothers to drink knowing full well how much her mother hates drinking. "Paint my grave stone blue." I cried out. "What are you even saying?" "I can see it, my death Veer, it's coming for me." But my husband was laughing at my misery he didn't know the thunderstorm coming my way. "Relax, you call Shorya and Rudra and tell them to reach Bajaj mansion, and we'll for there as well." He stated and rubbed my back to soothe my tension.

"Anyone can have a once upon a time or a happily ever after, but it's the journey between that makes the story worth telling." -Chris Coffer- *** It was a quiet and sunny Sunday afternoon, In the vast graveyard lane, Ana was dressed in a soft black gown with two bouquets of red roses in her hand. She slowly walked over to her parent’s graves and gently placed the bouquet on top of the tomb. When Grigory was murdered he was buried right beside his wife whom he loved so much so the two of them could keep each other company even in death. She found it quite touching and to this day, Ana still regretted the fact she could not be there during his burial, which was why every few months she would c

She calmed down and looked at me; she was beautiful. Black hair, black eyes and white skin. I met her, the one who had the name of Lila Rendal. The girl was her. She introduced herself and was wary of me. She told me about her story and the truth hidden behind this place. It's a graveyard of memories. I didn't understand at first what she was implying, but I ended up realizing it. This graveyard or what seems a cemetery is a place that was a burial for the people who died from the pandemic, sickness that expanded like when fire expands in a forest. She had a sister that was killed by the one who told her to create a poison strong enough to take his life.

The child didn't survive long. Desperate, Alistair even tried to borrow money from me, but he couldn't enter my company. My trash bins were transparent; there was no hiding. He camped outside my office for nearly half a month, only to discover I had already left the country and was preparing to marry someone else. Drunk and defeated, he staggered home. Lisa watched in horror as her child died in her arms. In a rage, she killed Alistair. Meanwhile, I was abroad preparing for my own wedding.

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.

"If.... If I'm ever going to have a baby again, I wish to have you again. That could... That could really make me feel so happy." I didn't even see what he or she looked like. It was still very much premature. I turned on the candle I brought with me, singing 'Happy Birthday' song to myself before turning off the candle. It was when I stood up, I noticed a dying flower by the side of the tombstone. I made a mental note to ask the old man who took care of the cemetery about it. A sharp pain grazed my stomach, making me halt. My hand curled into a fist. After I had regained consciousness, I moved my legs carefully. When I was sure enough that I wasn't feeling any pain again, I walked back to t

The Moon Goddess watched over them, guiding their steps as they traversed treacherous terrain and braved unforgiving elements. Finally, they arrived at a forgotten graveyard nestled deep in the heart of a secluded valley. The tombstones stood weathered and worn, their inscriptions faded with time. Yet one grave, stood out amongst the rest, adorned with moonlit flowers that bloomed even in the darkest of nights. It was here, beneath the ancient oak tree, that Sable's father lay at eternal rest. As they approached the grave, a sense of both anticipation and apprehension filled the air. The weight of their quest was almost tangible, as if the very earth held its breath. Sable knelt by her fathe

He also forced me to get on my knees in repentance every year during the week of Mom's death anniversary. It just happened to be the first day of that very week when the drug dealers broke into the cemetery. Zack's phone suddenly rang at that moment. "Zack! Come to the police station as fast as you can!" … It was already night time by the time Zack rushed to the police station. "Another case?" he asked, turning to look at Officer Wright, captain of the homicide unit. "Take a look yourself," Officer Wright replied with a sombre look. Zack opened up the black plastic bag placed on the autopsy table. The smell of blood mixed with decay hit him like a wave, making him frown involuntarily.

Brianna ordered the men to push the car into the valley which her men goes to push the car into the valley while the car kept burning, she stood and watch the car burn and she and her men returns into their car and drove off. Manuel contacts the police that his bride to be is missing, the news is all over the nation that the Stephen heir bride is yet to be at the church. Brianna Back home. Brianna smiles watching the news and she has a wine glass in her hand to celebrate the death of Evelyn. The Valley.