Hufflepuffs Ghost Novels & Stories

The one burdened by centuries of regret. But then he turned sharply, nostrils flaring. “We’re not alone.” My pulse jumped. “What?” He motioned for silence. The air shifted. A faint shimmer appeared in the distance, like light bending wrong. Then I saw it like a shape, pale and trembling, emerging from the fog. A wolf. No… not alive. Its eyes glowed white, its body translucent, trailing mist. A spirit of Meadow Pack “What is that?” I breathed. Varic drew his sword in one swift motion. “A ghost wolf. Bound to this place.”

The sound of the blast pushed a wind through the hall that scattered papers and the smell of scorched wood filled the air. Then through the smoke and the falling ash I saw them. Figures running across the ruin in a way that made the back of my neck go ice cold. They moved with speed no normal wolf should have and their eyes caught the light and flashed silver like coins. Dozens of them. A wall of them. They flowed out from the smoke and toward the packhouse like tide. At the front of that line was Lucas.

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands December 1st, 1892, 9 PM Susan was not a happy ghost. While she floated through walls in the direction of the Great Hall, she pondered on the happenings of the last night. Someone, somehow, managed to open uncle Salazar's secret chamber and released his beast. That the message the person left on the wall promised more victims beyond the poor petrified cat just contributed to aggravating her worry. And that a second year student still was the main suspect of the attack even after other ghosts confirmed his alibi, that he was indeed in Sir Robert' 500th deathday party, aggravated her worry even more.

came Gabriel, who happened to be writing something. Jake sat next to Matt with Gabriel on the other side as Mrs. Fenway, the music and drama teacher walked in and ordered all students to be quiet. "Now, today we're going to venture into the world of fantasy..." "What is this, Hogwarts?" joked Cole from the middle row as a low clatter of laughter followed. "I'm sure everyone in this hall has come across the word, Dracula," Mrs. Fenway went on. Great, more Halloween nonsense! Jake found himself saying in his head.

She paused and said softly, "The ghost house." Zac frowned. "Stay away from that place." "Is there a ghost inside it? For real?" Hazel's big black eyes blinked twice, full of curiosity. "Ghosts only exist in people's hearts," Zac said with a faint smile. "Have you ever been to that place?" Hazel lay down on the sofa and put her head on his lap. The firm muscles of his thighs made her feel very comfortable. Zac touched her hair and played with it casually. "It's a forbidden area. No one can enter it except for

But Amy’s voice told me something was off. “Do it!” she breathed. So I dropped the diplomacy. I sprayed the holy water on the ghost the best I could. The sizzling hiss where the water drops touched the floorboards gave me the creeps, and I heard something like a faint growl. “Hurry!” I traded empty little bottle for big bowl with her and did my best to pour the oily mix in a circle on the floor around her. The screech when I closed the circle was so loud and high-pitched, it made me drop the bowl to cover my ears, stunned.

Hawke and Xander Hawke together said, “So what , we have not done anything to you so why have you brought us here.” Ghost snapped, “You think you can fool us? How dare you and your son threaten my father! Have you forgotten that Mr. Thornfield has a daughter? Her name is Elara Thornfield.” Mr. Hawke stammered, “What… what are you saying?” Ghost smirked. “Yes, you guessed right. I am Elara Thornfield. I am also a Ghost. And anyone who learns this secret has no right to live in this world.”