Haunting Ghost Novels & Stories

Every step tightened the pressure behind his sternum, pulling him deeper. “You always hated this place,” Vex’s voice echoed suddenly, smooth and amused. “Said it smelt like ghosts.” Riven stopped. The voice came from everywhere and nowhere—reverberating through tunnels, bleeding through walls. “Funny thing,” Vex continued. “Turns out ghosts don’t leave. They just change shape.” Riven’s jaw set. “Show yourself.” Laughter rippled through the dark. Lights flickered to life one by one, revealing a massive junction chamber ahead—old control panels, broken signal boards, and cables hanging like exposed veins.

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

I wonder what you feel like under me. He licked his lips and stepped closer. The chat erupted. [This guy is gross. He will even harass monsters!] [Honestly, most SSS dungeon monsters are hideous. Anyone would react like this after meeting a cute ghost girl.] [She’s not getting away. I know him. He’s ranked 23rd on the leaderboard. He’s good, but he’s also famous for being a creep.] [I don’t think I wanna watch this anymore. Ghost girl, run!] [You’re feeling sorry for a monster now? Well, I’ve never seen people do it in a dungeon. My pants are off. Showtime!]

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

in the evening when Angela and her daughter returned, they found the whole family seated at the living room waiting for them. They looked at them eagerly, it was scary to them, strings of thoughts ran through their mind, where have we gone wrong? What have we done? Angela breathed out loud, her heart beat faster, it could barely be heard by someone next to her, she folded her hands in fear tried to get words out of her mouth, but couldn’t, she had never been that scared in her life before. She was not ready to lose the battle yet, she was willing to do anything just so she could stay and make them pay for her misery.

Roe watched his men struggle and turned to Brian. “How did you hold that beam up by yourself?” he asked Brian with admiration. “I guess I had some help,” Brian replied quickly. “Help?” “Yeah, the supernatural kind,” Brian said simply. “You mean to tell me this place is haunted?” Roe asked confused. “Very much so.” Brian nodded. “Then why haven’t we seen or heard anything?”

He did invite me out at night to a graveyard after all… I pressed myself close to his side as we slowly walked along the dark path in the haunted house. Looking around, I could tell that the decorations were made to portray a vampire theme. There were fake blood, coffins, skeletons and other haunting items scattered all around. Now and then, there would be a shrilled high-pitch scream in the distant and the howling of wolves. While Hayden seemed to enjoy looking around, I spent the time to mentally prepare myself for when the ghost would come out and scare us.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

he touches my forehead and shuts his eyes for a few seconds, he suddenly lets go of me "Just like I suspected, you're being haunted" "Haunted? how?" Tommy sighs at me, I need to hear the priest's opinion too "Ghosts can't possess you, but they can still haunt you, demons to be exact" Tommy gives me that I told you so look "But why would they do that?" "Uhmmm I think is the power you possess they're drawn to it" I remember Tommy mentioning something like that." it has happened to you before anyway, but I will try to help you the way I can"