Real Ghost Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Angel “Oh please, Rita, stop these stories. They are not true,” Mat said, his voice cutting through the tension and pulling me out of my thoughts. “They are,” Rita insisted, folding her arms across her chest. Mat let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. “Because your cousin said it’s true?” he teased. “Let me ask you a question, have you ever seen a ghost before?” “Yes,” she replied without hesitation. I gasped softly, turning to look at her.

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.

​The Ghost-Archive ​"They’re ghosts, Aara," I realized, touching the flickering wall. The static reacted to my "Presence," momentarily forming the shape of a face, a city, a line of alien script, before dissolving back into chaos. "This is what happens when you don't ground your story in the stone. You become a 'Residual-Echo.'"

Everyone was too drunk or too annoyed to continue. Dylan started feeding the fire, and Freya launched into the scariest story she knew. "My grandma told me that back in the old world," Freya whispered, leaning in, "witches never feared ghosts or demons. We feared what you couldn't banish with a spell. And the one thing that was truly unbanishable was the Shadow Scale." My ears instantly pricked up. "It’s a local legend here, too," Easton interjected, looking slightly too interested. "They say it lives deep in the caldera, untouched by time. A massive creature. A dragon, essentially."

“You knew. And you didn’t say anything?” Rael shakes his head, looking like he’s seeing a ghost. “We thought it was fake, Dagen. Like the stories about monsters under the bed. Only these weren’t fairy tales. We were told the Velhara drank the blood of the worst wolves. That she tore them apart when they got too close, that her bite marked you before she ended you. I didn’t think any of it was real. We thought it was a horror story our mother told us to keep us in line.” His eyes drop to the blood on my neck, and then to Veyra, still trembling in my lap. “But it is, isn’t it?” he whispers. “She bit you. And you survived.”

If there's anything else, find a new place to rent it. Since she and Rolando had already explained everything to each other, it would definitely not be appropriate for her to live in his house. The night of early November was already rather cold. She went to the washroom to wash her face. When she came out of the washroom, the light in the corridor suddenly flickered, making her nervous. In the past, Cynthia often told her the legendary ghost stories of the University in her dorms. The most talked about was also the most famous topic in the school... There was no doubt that the female teacher in red from twenty years ago had disappeared in the middle of the night at the office building.

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

"But. . . but. . ." "Seriously, there's no such thing as ghosts, or witches, or witch hunters," Gina raged, reaching her limits of patience. "Those are just make-believe scary stories. Lame ones for that matter and if you're so scared by a story told by a sick, dumb girl then you don't deserve to be in the vampire team." "Okay, sheesh! There's no need to get all snappy," Katie said, stepping forward before she turned to the others. "Come on, guys. Let's get this done with."

And I didn’t expect her to fucking torture me with that image. I want to lose myself in her right now, but I also want to see that gleam in her eye when she learns something new. I take a deep breath. I promised myself a real shot with her, so ghost stories it is. But damn, it’s gonna be one hell of a long night. “Can you die from blue balls?” Hendrix mocks. “Ready to explore the supernatural tales of Waterloo?” She asks, biting her lip, her voice filled with excitement. “I’ve grown up around these legends, remember?” I say, still trying to pull myself together.

Octavio questioned. “Because I don’t enjoy sticking around the screen and writing some stupid codes. I like history, mystery, and how people lived those hidden worlds out there.” She chimed. “Hidden world, as in?” “I don’t know. People say mermaids do not exist, and I think they did; that’s why we are talking about them, right?” “What about ghosts?” He intentionally mentioned this thing that vanishes her smile instantly. “I think... they...” “Do you think we hallucinate things sometime?”