Mystery Skulls Ghost Novels & Stories

Thunder struck with such force that it almost burst her eardrums, and lightning—a strange, ethereal blue color—illuminated everything around her for a brief, terrible moment. She realized with mounting horror that what she had taken for mountains on the horizons were actually thousands upon thousands of skulls piled up high. Not just any skulls—werewolf skulls, their elongated canines gleaming in the blue light, empty eye sockets seeming to follow her movements with accusatory stares.

The moment the heads were thrown in the hole, a strong force escaped it and flashes of white shapeless energy fled the grave. He gasped in shock. “What’s happening?” He yelled. She sat near the grave and stared blankly at the Wendigo skulls slowly consumed in the fire. “What you are seeing are the souls of those the Wendigo’s ate…” She paused and lifted her head following the white smoke that gradually disappeared in the sky. He wiped the tears from his eyes and slowly walked to her location. “This is the first time I have heard that.” He uttered as he knelt beside her, and bowed his head as if offering his respect for the caged soul.

I already burned several lights out and Eva jumped when one blew as she passed it. A small pile of tattered rags lay against the wall in a small niche. “Don’t touch that. It’s been there a long time. We can look at it later.” Haden told the others. He didn’t want to mention the tiny, yellowed skull in the shadows of the niche. If this was a normal resort, he’d have thought it a dog’s skull. But the history of the building said otherwise. That was a child’s skull of a wolf shifter.

No shape could ever truly contain the deep and pervasive horror that Death inspires and to behold it in all its extradimensional glory is to spontaneously fry your brain. In one fluid, memorized motion, Septimus whirls his overcoat off and into the air and a spirit steps out of a wall of monitors to assume the role of a coat-stand. This spirit is fully skeletal; tragically its head is missing so there’s nothing but its spine protruding between the shoulder-blades, making it otherwise perfect as a peg. Septimus tosses his guitar case in the same direction and the decapitated skeleton also catches this out of habit before stiffening ramrod straight like a foot guard at Buckingham Palace.

Look, no seeds! Buried deep within that ghastly misshapen skull burned two eyes, searching, blazing out from beneath white fleshy hoods, with no eyebrows or facial hair whatsoever that might have served to break up the unadorned monotony of it. Richard clenched his teeth and grimaced. This was not The Wizard of Oz, oh no, he remembered thinking. Dear God, this was The Hills Have Eyes going on here, or maybe something worse. Then, as a sudden cold began to bloom in his testicles and rise, he saw the felled ghost-white figure lift one bony, livid hand . . . raise it and . . .

Heads of different animals were in strategic places on the four walls of the room, on one other end of the room, there was a mat on the floor where human skulls were neatly arranged in rows and columns. It was pitch black inside the house, save for a small stream of light that shone through the slightly open windows. There was no source of ventilation entering the house. It had a distinct stench, it was nauseating and overpowering. It was more than the humid air, it reeked of blood, death and decay. Goosebumps rose on her flesh and she shuddered involuntarily... Crystal seemed to have noticed her scanning the room so she turned to her, “It’s pretty confusing right?”, she was hyper and giddy,

I wasn't taken aback and she gave me an amazed look. And i slanted my head as i saw something strange in her eyes..and it seems like she didn't expect me to see that She furrowed her brows and rose up immediatly and started walking backwards until she left the room I just looked at the door blankly.. still on my knees. What the hell was that..i raised my hands and looked at my palms.. And they were transparent..i blinked my eyes repeatedly trying to take a clear view of them And immediatly a memory of what happened between i and Adrian last night played in my mind and my heart started beating faster than normal

What if the scent was coming from the ghost's open mouth and she was on the verge of being devoured whole? The panic allowed her to quickly turn around and stare wide-eyed at the giant smoke-like phantom hovering deviously behind her. The entity had multiple heads screaming in agony; each one dangling from long necks that stretched in different directions to block the hallway. Its body floated in the air like a grey fog. It had no arms and legs. And on its boney rib cage was a gaping hole - a mouth where three long, slimy tongues danced hungrily as if it was tasting the air. The heads had empty sockets for eyes and holes for noses. It stretched its mouth wide-open, dislocating its jaws like

He lunged for the bathroom to make himself throw up, but a sharp, searing pain had already erupted in his gut. "You crazy—" He gasped, barely forcing the words out. But Adeline just kept smiling—a cold, empty smile. She picked up the fruit knife from the coffee table and plunged it into his chest. Over and over. "Anyone who toys with a true heart deserves to die." When her strength gave out, she collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Dark, blood-red liquid spilled from her lips as she opened her mouth. Then she fell still. Her eyes stayed open, staring at nothing.

I was so scared to look at the creature as it intimidated me with its size. “Very good. Now, you can move on to the next skeleton.” She instructed, with an inky voice. I moved over to the next skeleton. I was sweating as I was hoping it won't be a hard task. Then she peered into my eyes and smiled. “All I need now is an iced cream from your world. I want it from those who sell on the roadside or streets. They have an iced cream stand. So, whichever one you want to get it from, you will see a customer ordering two, but another one would appear which only you can see, and it will be shuffled so fast. You have only one chance to pick the iced cream for ghosts. If you pick the wrong one, you'll