Mystery Skulls Ghost Novels & Stories

The more dangerous the better, and if they could recover something special, he’d be the first to plan the trip. “Oh yes, the crystal skulls. Yes, that would have been nice if they’d been real. You have to admit, mine makes a great bookend. Fine, I will resist saying yes to him. However, you must admit that was an excellent adventure.” The skull in question sat at the far end of the library on a shelf, holding up several books. Nothing odd there, not in a house full of witches where people left cinnamon on all the entrances and bells decorated everywhere. They found pieces of bones in various corners, discreetly tucked away. Even the greenhouse in the back garden held far more than it should

“Don’t worry, we will get there soon.” Loraine felt chills at his grin. It was like he suddenly switched to someone else as soon as we entered this place. She couldn’t help but shiver when she saw the altar and there were tons of skulls that were prepared. It looks like the skulls of human heads and animals that were scattered on the ground. There was some previous blood that was stained on the ground and onto the skulls, making it look more eerie and… disgusting. Even though Loraine had a strong tolerance of pain, she had a weak stomach. This scene almost made her vomit and she suddenly regretted her decision to try to see the boss that they were talking about.

I stood at the center of it all, and the silence around me felt wrong. Like it was waiting for something. From the corner of my eye, a figure shifted. A woman with half a face. Eyes melted, teeth still smiling. Behind her, more. Dead children. Men with their tongues cut out. A woman with a necklace made of severed hands. I turned slowly. More skulls. More ghosts. Something ancient was breathing against my back, and my lungs refused to pull in air. What the hell was this? Where had my body gone? Where had I gone?

No, Calista was a mystery box filled with untangled web that she can't unravel. “We were asked to find her but now—” Find her? Who? “Shut up Cal and do it!” The whip materialized in Pea's hand in a split second, and for the next minute, yellow flames around it. That was when they realized they've been standing on bones. Human skulls or was it skulls that belonged to supernatural? They didn't have time to figure that out as they soon saw it... Azura snakes; large ones that were crawling towards them. These ones weren't white like her Sweetheart, they were black while their eyes held a little red in it.

Finally, they managed to kick the door down. I switched on my flashlight and shone it into the room. "Don't come in here! Don't come in here!" There was a woman hiding inside. She was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, dressed in my silver long-sleeved pajamas. She had a fruit knife in her hand, which she pointed at us. I gave her a look, smiling coldly. Then, I peered into the garbage can outside the door. There were tissues covered in semen inside! It turned out that Zane was hiding a woman in the house and getting busy with her here!

It was lit with a ghostly flame, and several burly men were kowtowing repeatedly to it. They did not stop even as their foreheads bled, and their eyes were an eerie green, as if they were controlled. It was not surprising that the other burly men would say that the place was haunted—was anyone capable of staying fearless at the sight of this? "Interesting!" Frank strode up and reached toward the skull. The ghostfire in it suddenly spread, and the skull itself gaped as if to devour Frank… only for Frank to hold it in place, and the ghostfire faded with just a wave.

The voice from the darkness was a hook in my soul, reeling us forward into the chill. We stepped through the false wall, our single flashlight beam cutting a pathetic swath through the profound black. It fell upon bones. Not neatly stacked, but piled, heaped, a jumbled sea of femurs, skulls, and rib cages that filled a cavernous space from the slimy floor to the shadowed vault of the ceiling decades above. The Ossuary. The collective remains of centuries of Blackwood pack, their final energy a silent, heavy blanket that smothered the air and muted the magic in my blood to a faint, dying whisper.

The skulls were arranged in rows. It was exactly like her dream. "Come on, are you scared of these skulls?' Piper laughed at her as she notice her flinch. "Come on! There is nothing to be scared of" Piper walked to one of the skulls and started laughing. "Piper! What are you doing?" Willow's eyes bulged. "Showing you that these are just decorations!" She laughed and picked one of the skulls and kissed it. *.*. TBC

"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.

The Ghost Domain had its own ways. But before he even had a chance to throw the yellow paper money, he saw the boy standing in the dark, and with just a flick of his fingers, he casually crushed a the evil spirits skull. He took a closer look, and this wasn't some deserted road at all, it was basically his own road to ruin. The boy was stepping on who knows how many ghost bones. He and his own skeleton got so scared their legs went numb, and they heard someone over there shakily calling the boy Young Master.