Love Ghost Story Novels & Stories

These stories involve events that happened around Halloween within The Pines University grounds - or to students who may be from there or not. It also talks about certain entities who seem to be very much invisible to normal people. And in this case, what you don't see will most likely kill you... Of fright! +++++++++++ LAGOON LOVERS

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

“Some ghosts don’t haunt you with screams. They haunt you with resemblance.” Leora stared at the violet. Pressed flat. Fragile. Dry as ash. And yet somehow, alive. Like it had been waiting—not just in this room, but across time. Across silence. Like it had known she’d return. That eventually, she’d come back here, open the book, and see it. Not as a flower. But as a message. A trace. A warning. A ghost trapped between pages.

Elowen screamed, then looked around wildly, her voice trembling as she muttered, "Ms. Ghost, if you’re still safe, respond to me…" She waited and waited, but the familiar cold presence never returned. Her heart felt as if it had plunged straight into an abyss. Her body went limp, sliding down until she collapsed onto the floor. Lucien saw her reaction and immediately knew that the ghost had truly disappeared. He burst into loud laughter, cold and hollow, like a wraith crawling up from hell. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "See that? Your lover was sent to hell by your own hands. This is all because of you."

He really couldn't get over what was happening to him. Alex turned to Liam. It seemed that his partner for the night had reached the limit of his courage. "Liam, don't panic. I'm going to switch on my torch," Alex whispered as his high-powered flashlight lit up the room. As the light flickered on, what they saw left them speechless. In front of them were horrible shadows that looked like human figures, but without faces. The sound of hissing and eerie laughter filled the room. "Are those things, ghosts? But why I feel nothing! It's not like the ghosts I'm used to seeing?" Alex continued to watch the creature in front of him and Liam.

No one could sense his current strength if he didn't mention it. "I'm not, sorry. I just love horror movies and watch them often so I'm a little more courageous." The woman smiled bitterly. "It's alright then. As long as you listen to me, we'll definitely reach the third floor." Spirits and ghosts were directly related to the soul. Despite the layers of illusion around the private paradise of this Black Soul Scout, it was still manipulating souls at its core. "Hm, okay. This is my first time experiencing such things. As long as I can leave, I'll listen to you."

* The story is told from a single POV, and it doesn't change over the whole book. A trivia bit that blew me away: I picked the setting rather randomly, and later on, I found out I set my ghost story a stone-throw away from where Lovecraft set The Dunwich Horror and The Color Out of Space. Those coincidences I love about writing. Okay, enough gibberish. I'm just gonna breathe deep and hope for the best. Please let me know what you think with a rating, share and consider giving the story some gems! Any and all feedback is much appreciated!

Then, I brought out a bottle of whiskey and finished everything in one go. I even placed an order of fresh pig's blood online. I'd read somewhere that ghosts were extremely afraid of pig's blood. And since I wasn't able to rid myself of Mabel's ghost, I would just go all out and fight her instead. I held the bowl of blood in my hands, feeling comforted by its presence. Then, I waited patiently in the living room for the ghost to appear again. Just as the clock struck 9:00 pm, all of the lights in the house went out all of a sudden.

--------------------- GUILT is one of those emotions that feeds on itself. With every bite, it gets a little HEAVIER. -Sadie. --------------------- Dolores pursued her lips and didn't continue talking to Noami, their room's door was locked shut by some magnetic field, Dolores had already felt the strength running through her legs now. She wanted to go out and investigate. It seemed that the ghost liked to scare them one by one, giving them enough time to rest in between, so twisted.