Hanging Tree Ghost Novels & Stories

When he was dying, he roared to the sky. Caspian was puzzled, but he still killed the evil ghost with a punch. This was the ending of coveting his true body! Boom! The next moment, all the tombstones in the Ten Thousand Tomb Forest trembled as if they were warning something. Bang! The tombstones suddenly cracked open, and a Ghost Cultivator taller than a mountain appeared. This Ghost Cultivator was very special. Countless ghosts wriggled all over his body. He was the king here!

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

'But this guy got it. "Erm, ain't you done checking me out?" The male's voice called back her attention. "Ouch," she let out, flushing in embarrassment. "You don't look bad yourself cutie, any guy will be begging to make you his at first sight. What is your name pretty damsel?" "I'm Sandra and you're?" "I'm Chris. Chris Allen." SPIRITS OF NATURE "He survived and now we are his enemies," a voice from a tree said. "We will have to fight for him when he reaches the kingdom of the ghosts of terror," another voice replied.

" Why did you shove a mirror into a tree, like this?" Manor asks as Terrius touches the tree that was like vines hugging the mirror from the sides. " I didn't, I just shoved a mirror here and one day a tree was growing around it." I shrugged. " Probably because the mirror was reflecting its only source of sunlight. " Terrius theorized. " Yeah, it's a really dense forest in these parts, which is why not many people come through here. They say it's haunted by a hooded creature that moves faster than lighting. Some people think that it might be death looking for his lost scythe. "

When she saw it the wind suddenly blew around. On her walk a black shadow followed her trying to enter her body but the black shadow failed. Arriving at the tree house the black shadow disappeared and at the same time Shane's soul appeared in a corner of the tree house. Her face was sad and there were traces of tears in her eyes. "Shane, I'm sorry I couldn't stop what they planned to do to your body. Your mother doesn't want to believe me either." Said Sam. "I expected that to happen. Our religion doesn't believe in ghosts, fairies or any other wonders. I'm still grateful to you for trying to help me." Said Shane.

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

is closest. After the bodies are safely hidden until the morning trash removal when I’ll already be long gone, I stand the empty shells of armor back up as if the stagnant guards remain at their posts, which assists in avoiding detection before I’m finished and out. If I’m able to get inside of the main building of the estate without killing additional guards by using discrete entrances such as picking locked wine cellar doors, picking locked windows on a higher floor level, or using maintenance tunnels, I do. I use my knowledge of the maps I study for each estate infiltration, usually popping a panel from the ceilings and traveling between the ceilings or roofs using the wooden support bea

My magic hovered at my fingertips, ready to stop time at a moments— “Boo.” A scream ripped itself from me, cracking off the treetops. Damon and Ghost stepped from the shadows like two creeping grim reapers. Damon’s brows vanished into his hair, which hung over his forehead in sweat-damp waves, while Ghost grinned like a cat that got the cream. “Sorry,” he held his hands up. “I couldn’t resist.” “Fuck you.” I panted, then spun around only to find myself half a centimeter away from a distorted shadowy face. “AGH!”

I thought he might not hear, but unexpectedly, he appeared in front of me again like a ghost, hanging upside down from a tree branch above my head. "Hawk!" I shouted his name sharply. But he didn't seem to feel guilty at all. On the contrary, he found my reaction somewhat amusing. "What's wrong? Didn't you call my name?" "But I didn't ask you to appear like this!" I patted my chest, still shaken, feeling like I might have a heart attack at that rate. Hawk smoothly jumped down from the tree, tilted his head to "look" at me for a moment, and his voice suddenly carried a hint of amusement.