Hanging Tree Ghost Novels & Stories

The result was a Hybrid Horror. "Look at them," Leo whispered, his indigo glass arm beginning to hum in sympathetic resonance. A nearby birch tree had developed the unmistakable, haughty sneer of Director Sterling, the man who had signed the original Ark eviction notices. The tree’s leaves were no longer green; they were a shimmering, metallic gold, vibrating with the Director’s translated thoughts. “...Finally... the air... the dirt... it belongs to the Shareholders again...” the tree whispered, the sound like dry leaves skittering across stone.

*]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="88630483-7eb5-4271-b05b-c60c7df0102d" data-testid="conversation-turn-186" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> The silence after the Ghost’s disappearance felt heavier than the gunfire. Like the air itself was holding its breath.

My heart falls. "All five were found dead, hang..." he coughs, unsure if he should continue speaking. But this town is open. "Hanging from trees within the Phantom Forest. Police found a note, and are currently investigating it. We have also spoken to some people, but have so far found nothing to further our investigation." Everyone gasps, including me. Luca swallows from next to me, already knowing off the news, while June shoves her head on my shoulder and starts to cry.

What's going on? I barely notice the tree as the rest falls toward me, my thought confused. It must be the ghost. The ghost is controlling the tree! Wait... I look up, at the speed blur moving to crush me. "Oh no," I whisper, my voice shriveled and weak. I try to scream, but I can't. I'm frozen with pain and fear and hate. I can't move. I can't think. I'm really going to die, aren't I? No more stupid games of hide and seek. Death has found me, digging its talons into my skin. Staring at me with its giant red eyes that haunt my memories.

A darker shape against the darkness. I turned sharply. “Kai, enough!” No answer. Rain plastered my hair to my forehead as I exhaled, ready to leave. My body screamed at me to get out, to leave, to forget the message entirely. I took a step back. And that was when I noticed it. Something beside me. Something that hadn’t been there before.My eyes shifted slowly, cautiously. And then my breath stopped. Kai. Hanging. From a tree. Blood streaked his body, dripping from wounds carved into his throat. His head lolled unnaturally, and yet—nothing was holding him. No rope. No branch wrapped around him. He was suspended in air, as though invisible hands pinned him there.

I called out loud, hoping that whoever it was would answer me. But no one answered. Mommy! Brother! Daddy! Where are you? Maybe I heard a ghost? Is it really a ghost haunting this place? I shook my head again, trying to be rational. What the hell! There are no ghosts, Francine! You are just hallucinating because you're tired! Or maybe you’re just going crazy? "Is anybody here?" I asked once again, my voice steadier this time, as I took slow steps closer to the massive Narra tree.

The memory was so vivid, so real, Clarissa forgot her predicament in the shower and sank into the memory as though she were really there. Looking upwards, Clarissa could see the rope was wound around the branch of an oak tree. The ghost stood in front of her, watching her hang. He walked towards her and thrust the knife he was holding into her stomach and then twisted it inside her body just as he had done in the shower.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

she whispered. “Lyric,” Niarthen said from the front of the 4WD just as she spotted movement in the branches of a tree. “Oh, my fucking lord,” she gasped. In the branches, three-quarters of a person was hanging, dripping blood in a steady patter onto the undergrowth from entrails that dangled like ribbons. The person had only one arm and one and a half legs. She could see the second half of the leg lying on the edge of the road.

Hookfang was intrigued and so were his people. Cassidy clarified with Hookfang that his reason for refusing was because all the ghosts were afraid of losing their graves. All the ghosts nodded and mumbled in unison to agree. Cassidy told them that if they helped to fight and get rid of Logan then they would be defending their own graves themselves. The thought seemed promising to Hookfang but it was not enough. Ghosts can’t leave their graves without fear of not being able to get back.