Novel & Cerita Real Ghost Stories

He walks away "Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win." _Stephen King.

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

The maid made a gesture of silence to another maid. I stood at the door, dumbfounded. What were they just talking about? Did Ragnar’s fifth mate also see a female ghost at night? Did the ghost also demand the ring? And she was so terrified that she passed away on the spot? So everything I saw the previous night was real. Was there really a ghost haunting the Nightfang family?

the old man continued, eyes gleaming, “but a creature—ancient and starved—that disguises itself in bark and moss. It waits. Hungers. And when the moon is thin, it feeds.” He ended the story with a dramatic swish of his cloak and sat back down as the fire popped and sparked. Ryan leaned toward me, smirking. “Ten gold coins says that story’s based on a real thing.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re probably right.” After some time, I stood. “I need to… step away for a minute.” Ryan nodded. “Don’t get eaten by any whispering trees.” “Thanks for the vote of confidence.” I slipped away from the firelight.

"In my head." "I know," Ronan said. He took a step closer. "But they are not real. Just echoes. Ghosts in the ash." "They sound real." "The best lies always do." I looked around. The dead trees looked different now. Not like trees at all. Like twisted bones. Like reaching fingers. "How long?" I asked. "How long do they whisper?" "Until we leave," Ronan said. "Or until we give in." I thought about the warriors in the stories. The ones who never came home right.

"You'd go so far as to fake a death certificate just to keep this charade going? Isn't this a bit much? Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?" I stared at the man I had once loved with all my heart, a man who now felt like a stranger. This cold, unfeeling creature was my husband—the same man I had devoted years of my life to, the same man I had trusted and loved. To him, I was nothing but a manipulative liar, capable of fabricating my own death just to spite him. "Have you lost your mind, Grayson?" My mother-in-law's voice trembled, the disbelief heavy in her words. "Who would joke about something like this? Belle is truly gone. Her body is at the funeral home right now. Come with me and see for

"That is because I am only half ghost meaning I'm not dead. I have narcolepsy so this happens whenever I'm asleep which is majority of the day." Cai Kang realized something and his expression darkened. "Wait a sec. I heard of an interesting story when I was traveling. There is an old story in the Yamaxun tribe that around twenty women who are sexually inactive suddenly woke up pregnant one night and they all claim that a ghost did this to them." The pair stared at the ghost who had a sorta guilty sorta nervous expression on his face. Kurai and Cai Kang are appearing very angry at him with the urge to kill. "That's you, isn't it?"

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

"You can be honest with me, you know. It's not like I don't know how it sounded. How can you believe me so easily?" He smiled softly and then slowly stroked my loose hair. "Because I know you are not a liar." I felt something weird inside my chest at his answer. I calmed down and was slightly relieved. My tears stopped falling then I wiped my wet cheeks. I admit it gladdened me to hear him say that. At least someone doesn't think I'm crazy. "Besides," Dyrroth continued. "There have been stories of ghosts and supernatural creatures in our village way before."

"Werewolves exist in real life. Witches exist in real life. You don't believe in telekinesis? Wait. Are you one of those guys who doesn't believe in extraordinary abilities but does believe in ghosts?" I absolutely believed Lewis was the type to believe in ghosts. I would bet money he had a story in his head about poltergeists or a haunting somewhere. He was the kind to buy into snake oil if it was sold by a guy with an 'honest face.' "Ghosts are real," Rachel countered, "You don't believe in ghosts, but you think you have superhuman powers?" "I'm a werewolf. We're all werewolves. We all have superhuman powers. I just also happen to be telekinetic."