Red Eye Ghost Novels & Stories

I saw myself at the edge of nowhere beneath a very odd tree. White leaves were falling from it that gave me an eerie sensation. I was like inside a 90's television. Everything was in black and white. My gaze landed on the guy beside me. At that moment, I realized that I was not alone. Everything has no color except me and him. It felt weird especially when he touched my cheek softly and I felt the warmth of his hand. I was lying on the grass with him, captivated by his peculiar eyes. Those pair of eyes were green as emerald stones, fascinating and deep as if it can pierce through my soul. I can’t take my eyes off him.

A woman with red eyes, crumpled clothes, a lot of blood on her body and clothes. Cloth just before it died or whatever because it’s not like the other Red Eyed Dead that drop worm flesh. He just bit his lower lip and shook while pulling his own hair. Gavin suddenly dropped his weapon because of this. They are all stunned and in a stage of shocked when they finally saw someone had a red-eyed dead, just like those but her eyes were not dark red but a brighter one, a bright red eyes. Everyone who will see her will be all like this "Fuck!"

Yet her faith in God, the Creator who held both the living and the dead in His hands, gave her strength to face them without despair. “Don’t,” she finally whispered, her voice shaky with reluctance. “It’s better if you don’t know. I’m sure the image won’t leave your mind once you hear it.” She glanced involuntarily toward the ghost, who remained exactly where she had been—standing silently beside George’s chair. The female spirit’s face was unnaturally pale, almost grayish, with sunken cheeks and eyes that were completely black, like two empty voids. Her lips were slightly parted in a perpetual, silent exhale, and faint dark veins traced across her forehead and neck. The sight was haunting,

‘Oh, no what is she doing here, “I am sorry ma’am I haven’t finished my chores yet, thank you for the invite though,’’ as she hid her face from her “Please, turn around, why are you avoiding eye contact with me,” Mercy spoke with conviction. She stirred closer to see why she didn’t want to face her, slowly Amanda turned and saw her eyes covered, “Are you sick?” She asked with a concern, Barack gazed at the window impatiently, he moved in circles it was draining to watch him being restless. ‘’No, I am just avoiding hankering your clothes, it’s a sin to covert and I don’t want to.” She spoke with a shaky voice

I couldn’t tell what they really were, either a ghost or a demon or more. “Move to the next ghost, or I'll eat you.” The first ghost said as the tiny teardrop went into his mouth like a ball. I immediately moved to the next ghost, who seemed to find pleasure in my fear. I was hoping her task wasn't a hard one, as her surrounding aura gave me the vibes like she was the cunning type. “When you were on your way here, you saw a man wearing a cloak, right? Get one of his eyeballs for me.” She said as she cackled.

Unlike any other human gaze I had encountered, hers shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, reminiscent of stars sparkling upon a midnight canvas. Her natural eye color transcended the conventional hazel shade, revealing occasional flickers that had caught my attention on multiple occasions. Initially, I hadn't paid it much heed, dismissing it as a trivial peculiarity. However, now, as her eyes shimmered once more, I couldn't ignore it. Vampires' eye pupil tends to flicker to red when they are hungry for blood, agitated, desirous, or experiencing other intense sensations that could trigger a transformation. The crimson flicker of a vampire's pupils held a profound meaning.

it replied. “What do you mean, where are you?” I asked. “In you big boy” “What is that! Come-out now, did you kill me oooh!” I shouted as I had a panic attack….. “Calm down and look down” it said Below me was a glass floor, and I was able to see my reflection. I was an energy-like creature with dark blue eyes, no nose and one of the most beautiful lips I had ever seen. I was as pale and as transparent as a ghost. You won’t be wrong if you called me a ghost actually.

It was all too much for her to understand. “You’re seeing things no one should,” Kaelen said finally, his voice steady, yet there was an underlying edge of worry. “Stop,” Lysandra cut him off, her voice shaking. “I don’t want cryptic answers anymore. What are they?” She paused, and her heart clenched with an uncomfortable thought. “Are they... ghosts?” “No,” Kaelen said sharply, his golden eyes intensifying. “They’re not ghosts. They’re... something else. And they’re not supposed to be visible to humans, let alone captured in photographs.”

I explained. "Changed how?" "They were black all over, the pupil, the iris, the entire eyeball was black. Then he disappeared, I ran out of there scared. Ever since then I have been finding it hard to get that image out of my head." Jess began to laugh. I didn't understand why she would even react like that to something that serious. "Its not a joke, it was really scary." "It may not have been Peter that was visiting you but a demon pretending to be him. It could have trapped the ghost somewhere else. Its the spiritual realm, things like that happen all the time." Jess explained.

Then I saw them. Figures emerged from the shadows. I rubbed my eyes and squinted, perhaps I was seeing wrong. Alpha Sean, the room, everything was gone. The figures were translucent and pale, their eyes were hollow and glowing faintly blue. They surrounded me. I was in the middle of a sea of ghosts, dressed in tattered dresses, cloaks, and crowns.