Novel & Cerita Real Scary Ghost Stories

His voice was weary as he said, "Alright, get some rest now." As we lay down together, I turned on my side to watch him, taking in his eyes, his nose, and his lips. Suddenly, a voice rang in my head, shattering the quiet night like a thunderclap. "That's not the real Sebastian! He died three years ago!" My breath hitched as I bolted upright and scanned the room frantically. "Who said that? Who's there?" There was no response, only Sebastian, who was startled awake by my scream.

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.

He added. Iero and Aria sighed in relief, though still felt scared. After all, it was a true story. And, even if they haven’t seen a ghost before, but based from Hierro’s story, ghosts should be scary. They decided not to stay up late. “So, is it my turn now?” Reyan asked and smiled. Iero and Aria froze. Then, they stared at Reyan. If Hierro’s story scared them, what more would Reyan’s story be? But, even if they feel that Reyan’s story would be scarier, they can’t help but want to listen.

sera felt a chill and a cold shiver all over her body that made her shiver violently. sera said with fear and horror: What are you trying to do, the curse? You didn't pass through me. Whoever asked you to do this, don't come near me, you damned woman, never come near me. You really are a ghost, my God, they used to say that ghosts make you feel cold when they pass by you or through you and I never believed it but it was really true this time you really are a ghost but what do you want from me I don't understand I don't want you to come near me ever stay away from me .

"They don't like the same. If you heard about them, it will bring you creeps. And you will never wish to see them." I decided to lay my body down again after that, not thinking about going outside anymore. I think it's so scary to see one. Luckily, Steel is still awake or if not, maybe I already saw some ghost outside this room because of my curiosity. "I didn't know there was something like that here, demons are everywhere and I already saw them. Ghost is not one of them."

"There is a ghost! Gilbert, there is a ghost! It is so scary!" Gilbert had no words and put his hand to his forehead. 'Is she drunk again? It is the middle of the night. How come she hasn't sobered up at all and is getting drunker and drunker?' Kisa clutched his chest lapel, cowering. "There really is a ghost. It is so scary..." "Where is the ghost? Show me."

Sadly, it wasn't so. As the night fell, the dark clouds covering the sky while I returned to my quarters after running a late errand for Savannah, I heard hushed whispers in the corridor, causing me to freeze in my steps. I noticed a shadow pass near my door. With my heart in my throat, I lifted a nearby lamp and cautiously stepped forward. The figure doesn’t run—it simply stands there, waiting. I was scared out of my wits. What the fuck was this? I had already signed off on this shit, so why the fuck was I still seeing things? Perhaps it was just my imagination. Shutting my eyes tightly, I opened them only to still see the figure standing in the same position. Shakily, I turn open the doork

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

My skin prickles, my nerves strung tight as if my body knows something my mind doesn’t want to acknowledge. It has to be a ghost. That’s the only explanation my panicked brain can come up with. The way the shadows shift, the way the silence feels alive—it’s exactly like every horror story I’ve ever heard. I try to tell myself that ghosts aren’t real, but at this moment, I almost believe they are. And then I hear it. And then— A soft sniffing sound. Oh good, maybe it’s a lost puppy. Or, you know, a demon. Anything is possible at this point.