Hanging Tree Ghost Novels & Stories

However, at, that point, there is a break that stops my heart. The tree unexpectedly snaps, the red energy having it still. The breaking of the unexpectedly gigantic tree shocks me; with its recently discovered strength, it was by all accounts strong. It nearly seems to be a purposeful breaking, the now cut-off trunk cut neatly and easily. How is it getting along that? What is happening? I barely notice the tree as its remainder tumbles towards me, my thinking jumbled with dismay. It should be the phantom. The phantom is controlling the tree! Pause... I look upwards, at the haze of speed as it goes to crush me. "God help us," I murmur, my voice withered and feeble. I attempt to shout, yet I

We both feel it is stronger coming from the open plains, so we head in that direction. We followed our instincts while we all monitored for any signs of life from around us. It's Lewana who smells it first. "There's blood up ahead. Not human or wolf". We all approach carefully and are greeted with the most disturbing sight I have seen. A tree in the middle of a field with at least fifty dead rabbits hanging from it. They all have ropes tied around their necks in a noose and are placed throughout the tree like a creepy homage to Christmas decorations. On the trunk of the tree, there is a dagger holding a note. We all know who it is from.

Said Ophilius. “No, we did not make a days trip to turn back and yes we are in the right place, they must be using some very powerful cloaking Furiyu to hide the mansion!” exclaimed Jidana blasting the wall with wind, but nothing happened. Just then Kariya spotted something, there was a girl in a white dress hanging from one of the trees. Kariya waved and the girl, who was hanging upside down waved back. “Look mother, there’s a girl hanging from a tree.” Said Kariya pointing to the girl in the tree.

“Hey you, what do you want? The ghost paused and looked at all of us, then it changed its posture, as if it was contemplating. Suddenly, a thick chilly voice started speaking in our minds. It seemed to ignore our ears and speak directly into our minds. “You upset the balance, one of your stupid ancestors broke the pact and you must fix it immediately or all hell is going to break loose.” We listened carefully, comprehending everything that the creature had said. All of a sudden, my mind was enveloped by the picture of a gigantic and old ancient tree. This tree was so old that it’s root were mounted deep deep into the earth, and amazingly, it’s branches were so tall that they reached the sky.

But since entering the cemetery I hadn't spotted a single soul. It's now nearly midnight, and I'm standing underneath the branches of the legendary Hangman's Tree waiting for an urban legend to jump out and grab me. I'd probably be freaking out right now if the cold wasn't distracting me. My outfit was not designed to protect me against the cold October night air. Trying to keep my mind off the fact I was standing alone in a creepy graveyard, I focused on trying to pull Laura's lace gloves that extra millimetre up my freezing cold arms. Violently I shivered - it shouldn't be long now.

The wind picked up, and the leaves rustled with an eerie whisper. "Do you feel that?" Marinetta asked, her voice tense. Harley nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "Something's not right. We need to investigate." They followed the disturbance deeper into the forest, their senses alert. As they approached a clearing, they saw a figure standing in the center, surrounded by a shimmering aura of dark energy. Marinetta and Harley approached cautiously, their hands on their weapons. The figure turned to face them, revealing a gaunt, spectral appearance. It was a ghostly apparition, its eyes filled with a haunting sadness.

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

But, oh well, talks with Sharon did this to her. She came closer and her brows flew up. She definitely didn't see this before. There was a locket right beside her snacks. She hastily looked around the silent house. The house suddenly wasn't seeming so silent anymore. There was something eerie about the way that the trees that she could see from her window were dancing and clapping without a definite pattern. There was something definitely wrong with the way she was suddenly feeling like a shadow lurking behind her. Returning to her senses, Geneva pursed her lips and flicked her forehead. What was she busy scaring herself for? Ghosts do not exist neither do vampires or any other form of creat

He reached out his hand to hold Osayo and help him to the apse for prayers, but Osayo hastily knocked his palm with the edge of his long walking-stick. “Stop. Who has told you that I am a sinner?” “But you… .” “Just because I put on like this doesn’t mean I am one. Omera, how can you cheat such a large crowd of people?” “How, father?” “You are telling them that there is a tree inside here, aren’t you? And that the tree is the son of God whom you nailed on… on a tree? How is this possible? You know what? I want to see that ghost by myself.”