Graveyard Stories Novels & Stories

The smell of rotting flesh seem to seep out of the coffin. In the end, we had to have a closed burial for him. ++++++++++ Death offers us so many tnrills and chills. And in most cases, it's not even personal experiences that drive us a bit off the edge when we hear those stories. But again, I would like to remind you that some of these stories may or not be real, but it is the absolute truth for those who shared those tales. So once again, I bid you farewell from The Supernatural Spa, dear reader. This has been your Storyteller, The Diwata, saying goodnight and we hope to see you soon. Fare thee well...

When I woke up the following day I dressed up and picked a taxi to visit that one place . I looked around me with tears in my eyes as I took in the view before me. This was the last place I wanted to be after several years of trying to forget the harsh reality. I looked beyond the cemeteries iron gate to the Stones inscribed as Dixon and Betrice. They bore the inscription a mother and a wife and a son and a brother. I lay down on the ground as I use my fingertips to trace the writings. " Dear mom, I hope you hear me . I know it's been years since you last saw me and I'm sorry for that . I hope my brother is keeping you company and making you smile like I would love to do. Well my life is goi

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

“Running around graveyards?” The man looked confused. “I like to take walks, sure, but I’ll just go around parks at most. I’ve never been to a graveyard before!” “Us elderly people are most afraid of that!” Harvey couldn’t wrap his head around the situation. ‘He’s never been to a graveyard?’ “Did you pick up money on the road with a note inside, saying that a few years of your lifespan is being borrowed, or something of the sort?”

"The hysteria Northern graveyard? Yeah." Roman uttered with subtle pressure as he allowed himself to articulate despite the ache in his body. After he was furrowed off the carriage, his body collided with a tall hard tree. It didn't halt there, his body continued to rumble down the muddy sloppy soil, inducing his face into the sluggish dirt. Now, they were off their trail. "How did we get here?" The hysteria Northern cemetery was a no-go zone to all empires. Despite it being a graveyard, no typical body was buried inside. It was conveyed that the northern creature buries his prey there after feeding on them. So it constantly lurked around there.

"This remote area is called The Border to the Afterlife. Because people who have lost their jobs or are in poverty gather in this place. They either die here and are tossed to the graveyard or crawl to get a second chance by any means." Using cautious words, Joan continues to give Gary another question, "Could this also be..." Gary gives him a nodding gesture and says, "Yes, my friend, I came from this place before I and Jason were scouted by Raisen." While reminiscing about Gary’s past, they arrive at the graveyard. There was a big tombstone with a white color that was already decaying in the center. "I’m home, Catherine," Gary said while resting his hand on top of the tombstone.

🥹❤️🌙 First of all, I just want to say a HUGE thank you to every single person who has opened Dark Tales of Midnight: A Collection of Taboo Stories and decided to take this journey with me. Honestly, seeing people read my stories, leave comments, react to chapters, and come back for more means SO much to me. 🥺💕 Every single view, comment, vote, and bit of support reminds me that all the time I spend creating these stories is worth it. ✍️📖💗

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

They had to see us with their own eyes. With the gravesite nearly unearthed, the groundskeeper stumbled out. “Oh, my Moon Goddess! I laid those she-wolves to rest. It’s bad enough that no werewolf held a funeral for them now that they are gone. Why are you digging up their grave?” Dumbstruck, Blake and Kaden paused. “Lucia, I was wrong! It’s all my fault. Come back! I regret everything!” Blake dropped to his knees and struck his palm across his face repeatedly.

Eli explained. “I went to the school to take care of the matters about the accidents that happened recently. Everything for now is solved and paid.” Ethan told me his side. I smiled before nodding, “Thank you for telling me, what I did the whole day was just study about this vanishing graveyard.” They both looked at me intently, it looked like I got their attention because of that. “I read that this vanishing graveyard can only be seen by the ones who were allowed by the souls of the ones buried there.”