Real Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

Once they stepped outside, Lucas angrily threw the fake money on the ground. “Damn it! How dare they trick me?!” Meanwhile, I was secretly watching the whole scene and laughing my head off! … The following day, while Lucas was sleepy, I pretended to speak casually and said, “I heard there’s a big bag of money near the third pillar at the lakeside gazebo. It’s about to get ruined in the water.” When he jolted awake, I slipped into the crowd unnoticed. Lucas excitedly told Zoe about the news. She hesitated a bit after yesterday’s fiasco, but he insisted, saying an opportunity like this would not come again. They had to go and check things out for themselves.

Lydia's tone dropped almost to a whisper, Eden almost had to strain her ears to catch exactly what she was saying, fear caressing her words "It isn't just mountaineering accidents and bumps and broken bones like a usual hiking trail. There are... stories. People have been vanishing, without a trace for years in that place. Only a few have come back, and they're, well they're different, not the same people they were when they went.. The things people have said they've experienced there, Shadows of people hiding behind the trees, watching them.... Voices calling to them in the night and footsteps around their campsite. It's not a place you should be, certainly not alone" Eden almost snorted, s

“About the swamp being haunted?” I nod. Even though we hadn’t grown up together, I’m pretty sure that we both had gotten the same tired ghost stories passed around in the hallways about such places around our hometowns. “I know this sounds crazy, but what if the stories are true?” Her tone is fervent, and her eyes shine with a hot certainty. “Not the witches and stuff. But there is something there, and I think…” She draws in a deep, steadying breath. “I think it’s a demon.”

“I’m terrified of ghosts. The piece of land I lived on with my dad connected to this road with open fields on both sides. Do you know the number of accidents that happen yearly simply because of ghosts?” “Now, why would I know that?” I glance at him. “A lot!” Quill refuses to budge from his point. “Ghosts don’t exist, Quill,” Kathleen pipes up. “Yeah?” Quill glares at her. “Says who? ‘Till a couple of months ago, werewolves and vampires didn’t exist either. Now look at us.” “I don’t know about ghosts,” Isabel pipes up, looking at Beth, “but my home used to be haunted. My foster parents used to put this strange liquid on the walls of the house to keep whatever was haunting us at bay.”

he closes the lid of his laptop then puts it on the side table. "Then watch movie with me." "I don't like horror movie. It's all fake.” "There ARE ghosts in this world, Honey. Ghosts, spirits, haunted houses. They are most definitely real." He makes a face, a ‘meh’ face, "Can we play a game? Something stimulating, not just sit and scream watching this ridiculous movie." I'm gonna let that comment about this movie being ridiculous slides, simply because he pays me good. If he's one of my younger siblings, he would've been kicked somewhere the moment that word comes out.

as his hand in addition of the water moves on her clit and she closes her eyes in ecstasy and he smiles and move his finger in to her pussy and she moans out and he puts in a second finger and she throwaway her head back into the bath tub and she tightens her eyes and he puts his hand deeper into her and she moans her and he began to move his hand in and out of her and she held his hand for him not to stop and she began to moan loud and her husband smiles while she moan uncontrollably and she came and he washes her and he Carrie’s her a bridal style into the bedroom. Evelyn ghost returns into the house, she sob so hard. Evelyn mom sits beside her son and he wakes up feeling so much pain and

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

" She was terrified. She trembled and clapped her hand on her mouth? It was awkward because the mansion was encircled by a concrete wall fence. "It couldn't have been an intruder. Perhaps it was a roaming dog, but they didn't own any in the mansion. It couldn't be a dog because there was no way it could have jumped over the wall fence unless it had wings. She was confused. "Oh, mother Mary, I am scared." She hauled the blanket over her head shaking tremendously. Suddenly she vividly recollected the story about ghosts; Her mother had once told her that in some families, the dead return during the night to haunt their enemies or watch over their loved ones.

Another dark legend created by Johnny will last until the future generation. "Izzat! Did you hear about the recent rumor?! There is a ghost without a head strolling above our level! Sometimes, that ghost is playing football with his own head in the middle of midnight. Some saw the headless ghost juggling its head in the hallway on level 4, while the others saw him on the rooftop! They heard thumping with bumping, and there was also a suspicious squelching sound for thirty minutes before it disappeared. " Fakhrul shook Izzat's arms. Right now, Izzat and Fakhrul are sitting on the sofa, doing nothing. Fakhrul's terrified face is making his housemates in the living room chuckle.

The serpent lifted its head and turned around to face Fyn, "Souls of those who died here trying to escape. And the forest simply did not know what to do with them. They were the unfortunate beings trapped inside because of the forest’s curiosity." Fyn shivered slightly, and he knew it wasn't from the cold. "I don't really like scary stories, Havu." He shivered once more, hugging himself tightly. "And besides, ghosts aren't real. Of all beings, I thought you would know that." The serpent tilted its head to the side, "But they are not ghosts." "Huh?"