Long Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

Silas whispered to the empty room. He lay back, the cold stone against his skin, and listened to the distant, rhythmic thrumming of the Shadow Claws setting up their new empire. He was the Ghost of the North Tower, a man who had everything to say and no one who wanted to listen.

Lydia's tone dropped almost to a whisper, Eden almost had to strain her ears to catch exactly what she was saying, fear caressing her words "It isn't just mountaineering accidents and bumps and broken bones like a usual hiking trail. There are... stories. People have been vanishing, without a trace for years in that place. Only a few have come back, and they're, well they're different, not the same people they were when they went.. The things people have said they've experienced there, Shadows of people hiding behind the trees, watching them.... Voices calling to them in the night and footsteps around their campsite. It's not a place you should be, certainly not alone" Eden almost snorted, s

His next words were little more than a murmur, but they fell like thunder. “They’re in the Ghost Forest.” The chamber plunged into dead silence. None of them even dared to breathe. The tales of the Ghost Forest were infamous, passed down as warnings whispered around firesides. It was said to be a realm of mist and shadows, a place no living soul would enter willingly. One could be cast there only through a curse bound to their bloodline. Once there, no one ever returned. “This is a disaster,” Hugo’s realization broke in a whisper, his eyes wide with terror, “none of them will come back.”

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

" She was terrified. She trembled and clapped her hand on her mouth? It was awkward because the mansion was encircled by a concrete wall fence. "It couldn't have been an intruder. Perhaps it was a roaming dog, but they didn't own any in the mansion. It couldn't be a dog because there was no way it could have jumped over the wall fence unless it had wings. She was confused. "Oh, mother Mary, I am scared." She hauled the blanket over her head shaking tremendously. Suddenly she vividly recollected the story about ghosts; Her mother had once told her that in some families, the dead return during the night to haunt their enemies or watch over their loved ones.

Each account had been published in various ghost hunting guides available in local bookstores. “You really believe all that?” Louis asked. “I look at it this way. A few things you might be able to write off as coincidence, bad luck, or someone making up a tale. But there are just so many stories collected in this one place that you have to pay attention. I mean, it seems like something’s going on.”

Because of all the ghost stories she had heard in her life, the ghost always called someone to come to them. Exactly as Fuschia had said just now. “Mi-milady, is that for real? There is such a sound? I didn't hear it tho,” Laura turned to the knight with a questioning look. "I'm sorry lady, but I didn't hear it either." said the knight, still with a worried expression on his face. Laura had already guessed that she would have trouble sleeping for the next few months if tonight she also met the ghost above met the creepy monster! The hairs on her neck stood up. Adding to the fear that bit her skin.

He just needs to trust me and let his emotions flow. "3 years ago, there was a person who died inside that stock room. He committed suicide because of love triangle. That stock room was known to be haunted because it's believed that his soul is still there, trying to take everyone who wants to disturb him." He said to me, it gave me goosebumps but if Giovanni was trying to plot a prank on me and scared me because of that story, well, he doesn't know me yet. I really like horror movies, I find them attractive. Not only that, I always wants to murder movies. I actually don't believe in ghosts.

Liliana did not believe her, and immediately wanted to reject it, at that moment, a strange voice came from outside. "Welcome to the Eternal Land, I hope you guys will have a fun and amazing time at Eternal Academy." Liliana was so excited when hearing that. "Oh my God! Olivia, you're right! Did you learn through astrology or spiritual arts or something? " Olivia didn't say anything. She took Liliana's hand directly and dragged her to the door. Through the doorway, Olivia and Wiliana could see Pure was talking to someone. That was an old woman, probably ten thousand years old.