Hanging Tree Ghost Novels & Stories

His figure remained hidden behind another tree, and a large patch of tall grasses. Then it happened. Tiyanaks and other creature of the darks appeared, laughing and creating all sorts of noises. Wailings of ghosts reverberated in the wild. Little green orbs popped up and floated around the tree, like thousands of fireflies. The observer froze in place, in utter disbelief as he watched the creatures began playing around with the tree’s trunks, branches, and flowers. The green orbs orbited around to chase the creatures away, but they were having too much fun to break away.

I can't let go of the tree, kind of like someone is playing a cruel prank on me by gluing my hands to the damn bark. "Welcome back to us. We were wondering when you would make an appearance." A voice says to me and I look around, to find the owner of the voice and to make sure the voice was actually talking to me. I can't see anyone or anything besides the tree and accepting that it is the tree that speaks English to me would have someone declare me insane. I see the other two trees join in, bringing the band together, I guess. "Who's there? Show yourself!" I demand and I hear a low giggle behind me but looking behind me would be pointless. Maybe I died and I am surrounded by ghosts before I

She said she was horrified, and suddenly the old tree showed its eyes and mouth. "Illusion tree?" Nara said slowly. An illusion tree where the victim will feel the illusion of life that the victim wants to feel. Then the tree will manifest and refuse to return to the real world. Even that person will die, and at that moment the illusion trees will absorb the energy of their victims.

Enough of those murmuring, Stormie shouted at them all and they stopped the noise immediately and the whole place became calm as usual You can continue with what you're saying we are all listening. Okay, my prince. It all started like this, one faithful afternoon, I saw Ghost with some other guards and they were six in number, they were about to leave, and I quickly rushed them and asked them where they are going and I even reminded them about the crooked trees that used to take people's life whenever one gets close to it And I needed to use it to scare them away from going further into the forest, but yet they insisted and Ghost deceived them all and was able to convince them by saying that

i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain. "Where did this come from?" I asked myself. another drop dripped on me again, it was coming from the roof , i looked up and i saw a woman killed and hanged up, her whole body was full of blood as if he was being eaten by wolves. When i was about to get out, lights started flicking in my back , somebody was really in there. I stopped and looked back then the lights cane in at once, that was the first time i met my clone face to face, i felt like i was fainting and my whole body was quivering, he looked exactly like me.

By late afternoon, she couldn’t take it anymore. Hazel’s boots crunched softly on dry leaves as she approached the back fence line just after midnight. The compound behind her was finally quiet after another long day of preparations. Most brothers were either sleeping or standing watch at the front. The woods beyond the chain-link fence were thick and black, swallowing moonlight. She stopped ten feet from the fence and waited. Ghost appeared like a shadow, staying well back in the treeline, hands visible at his sides. He was careful. Smart. “You came,” he said, voice low enough to carry but not echo.

Even the simple act of lifting my head felt like an insurmountable hurdle. As I lay there, gasping for air, a shadow fell over me. I choked on my breath when I realized one of the spirits was hanging directly over my head, suspended upside down from the ceiling. Its face was inches from mine, its dead, hollow eyes locking onto my own with predatory precision. A slow, sinister smile curved across its ghostly mouth the moment our gazes connected. There was no faking it this time. The veil of hallucination had been stripped away. It knew I could see them—and it knew I was defenseless.

It shouldn't be dangerous to hang out near the mango trees, right? I felt so satisfied when I saw fireflies floating around the trees. The sky was beautiful, filled with stars. The mango grove felt like a complete paradise. It would be nice to admire it while sipping a chocolate frappe. As I looked up, I heard a voice coming from one of the hammocks. Is there a ghost here? "Who are you?" I asked while shining the light on his face. I was surprised to see that the man I was hiding from was there. I tried to run away, but my feet became so heavy.

Countless phantoms emerged, accompanied by a sinister gale, charging toward the old priest. "How dare you use such filthy tactics against me?! Begone!" Father Lysander joined his hands and summoned mystique energy that effortlessly crushed the oncoming phantoms. His power was particularly effective against ghosts, obliterating them with a simple gesture. "You're an evil tree, collaborating with Great Master Pearce over the years. I will destroy you today and flatten this mountain. You shall no longer terrorize these lands!" Father Lysander charged toward the tree, unstoppable thanks to his God Grade prowess.