Hanging Tree Ghost Novels & Stories

“Hurry, Father. You must help Ian!” Adam steeled his nerves, took a deep breath, and forced his legs to take him across the hot, charred ground as fast as he could. He had to weave around a few spirits who were so opaque and dense that they could have easily passed as real people. He debated whether they were even aware of him as they moved aimlessly about in a zombie like manner.

The soul’s phantom smacked the Ancestral Bodhi Tree repeatedly. Countless withered leaves on the Ancestral Bodhi Tree fell off one after another. “Hmph! What a broken tree! I’ll come back and deal with you later! “If you don't cooperate, I’ll burn you down!” The phantom looked furious. It unexpectedly left the ancestral Bodhi Tree’s range and rushed down the Heart Mountain. Alex was shocked. Could he have been discovered? However, he soon discovered that the phantom was heading directly to the shrine of Dairaionji Temple.

Pain jolted up my spine as I felt spines digging into my skin from the rope. “Avery,” a voice whispered in my ears and it scared every part of my body like a ghost. I stiffened and looked up at the tree which was holding me captive with its branches. My breath caught in my throat and my face paled when I saw bodies hanging from the branch. They had a rope like the one which held my ankle and wrist wrapped on their neck. I could see their bodies dangling as they hung from the branch and each one of them looked dead. I couldn’t breathe on witnessing the sight.

That is why my heart is pounding fast again and my body begins to shake. “Jayvee” I whispered. I stand up and run to him to see who it was but then he walks to the other side of the tree. “Wait!” I said and he didn’t even look back. That is why I followed him. When I was surprised that he was gone and I didn't know where he went. My eyes were wide open and I became scared when I saw a woman hanging dead in the tree. Her eyes almost popped up and her hair was so messy. The wind is blowing her. She is swinging left and right. She is swinging dead at the tree while her head is bowed down and I feel like she is looking at me.

The Epiphyllum had already bloomed, and the white flowers were gorgeous. But the crying sound of the bamboo grove took her attention away. "Ice guy, is there really a ghost in that yard?" "Little fool, there are no ghosts in this world, only people have ghosts in their hearts." Said Zac as he put his arm around her shoulders. "I heard that the ghost's real body was the brain waves. After a person died, the brain waves floated in the air. If someone had the same frequency with it, you could see it." Said Hazel seriously.

The ghosts don't dare to appear or disturb them unless the witches have the intention of carelessly chopping down trees in the Demon Forest. Tree felling is something that not only the Wrinkled Ghost but also all the inhabitants of the supernatural in this forest hate the most. The most inevitable is death. To be precise, one tree was rewarded with one life by the inhabitants of the Demon Forest magical realm. The last thing non-magical immortal beings want is to be beaten to death by invisible beings like them.

The trees seemed to shift closer, branches cracking around me as if mocking my fear. At one point, I nearly stumbled into a shadowed pit. My quick reflexes saved me, using a stick to halt my fall. Phantoms trailed me silently, their ghostly forms unnerving but thankfully harmless. Still, their ugly faces, hollow eyes, and twisted grins chilled me.

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep humming suddenly echoed through the Soul-Binding Forests, completely different from the sound of the formation operating before. Amelia looked up and saw that the thousand-year sacred trees, which had seemed withered, were now slowly raising their cracked trunks. Beneath the bark, inky light glimmered faintly, and countless roots broke through the ground, spreading toward the three of them like venomous snakes. Within the Evil Springs, the pitch-black liquid churned even more violently. Countless shadows of departed spirits broke free, transforming into ferocious ghostly claws that reached for the three. Yet the man still stood where he was, his robe f

It felt as though she had been here before, but the memory eluded her. “Luv where are you going?” Gabriel asked, but Lydia pulled him back as he was about to reach out and Stop Scarlett. “Can’t you see she is in a trans? Let’s just follow her.” With each step deeper into the forest, the voice-guided her, revealing hidden paths and avoiding dangers. Scarlett's senses heightened; she could sense the energy pulsating within the ancient trees. The air crackled with mysticism.

Shadows danced and whispered among the gnarled trees, their forms elongated and menacing. Archer's heart raced as he navigated through the twisted maze of the forest. Each step felt like a battle against unseen forces, as doubts and fears clawed at his resolve. But he pressed on, driven by the love he held for Violet and Mateo. As he reached a clearing, he encountered a specter—a ghostly figure that bore the resemblance of his late father. The specter's eyes held a mix of pride and disappointment, his voice echoing with an ethereal quality. "To prove your worth, you must confront the shadows of your past," the specter whispered, its words carrying the weight of unresolved emotions.