Reddit Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

“Fine, we’ll let Hellfire tell us a ghost story.” “I don’t know any ghost stories,” I say. “What about you, Siren?” Venom asks her. “Nope.” “Well, then, it’s time the two of you become good at making up stories,” Intrigue says. For the next couple of hours, while Hacker and Sphinx work in the van, the rest of us make up ghost stories. I have to admit, Raptor is really good at making up scary stories and Intrigue is as well. Megan’s aren’t terrible, but Venom’s are, as they said, pretty stupid. I’m not sure mine are any better, but I made up one about the ghost that lives in the river, and it made everyone glance at the river we’re sleeping beside more than once.

Chloe asked in a soft voice. “Lively feasts… I bet it smelled so good…” The little hungry ghost licked his lips. “Granny, you’ve had it rough,” grumbled the poltergeist. Meanwhile, the livestream comments were going wild. [Guys, I’m emotionally wrecked! I’m watching a wholesome family drama in a horror game!] [Sniff… Granny’s story hits so hard, I’m missing my own granny from back home!] [Help! I can’t believe I’m crying my eyes out over a horror game!]

She wanted to scream. She stood to prepare to leave at the next stop and made her way to the door. She passed two young women staring at their cell phones and froze. There was the image of Andre, water pouring off his naked body. She missed her stop and jolted to ring the bell for the next. "What site was that on?" she asked them, and they stared at her with knowing grins. "It's all over the Internet now!" one gushed. "This one is Reddit in the NSFW subreddit for big cocks!" the other whispered, and they burst into giggles.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

Seconds later, the original poster [Got Stories] replied instantly: [Already dug into his secrets before. Go check my old posts.] Carissa quickly scrolled back through the thread, while Harper couldn’t help but admit—the details were oddly accurate. So Harper commented under Carissa’s account: [MochiCat]: “Do you actually know Young Master Gallagher in person? You know spreading false rumors is a crime, right?” The Got Stories replied immediately: [Got Stories]: “Of course I know him! Rumor has it GG Group’s latest drug has severe side effects—they’ve lost millions in compensation.”

“Double or nothing, whoever knocks me up by closing time gets the bar too!” Old man Jenkins, eighty-two, shuffles forward with his walker and a grin full of dentures. “Been savin’ this load since ’98, baby girl.” I spread my legs, wink at the crowd, and the line forms again. Rusty’s doesn’t close for three more days and somewhere in the chaos my phone, dead on the floor, still has 400+ reactions frozen on a livestream that’ll live in Riverbend legend forever. I’m not pregnant but damn if I’m not the richest whore in three counties, swimming in cash, cum, and the kind of love you can only get from a town that bets on your fertility and still buys you breakfast.

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

, she trailed off, giggling. "Ouuu I like that idea. Okay and?" "Livestream the whole thing from the savannah and wear the-", she continued but I cut in. "Livestream? Rose I'm trying to get revenge. I'm not a fucking hooker" "Of course not! But you do have an exhibitionist kink but hear me out", she chimed as I sighed. "Okay", I muttered.

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

Third-Person POV The vicious comments online terrified Grace. She stayed locked inside for days before finally running to Richard in tears. "Everyone online is attacking me. Some people are even threatening to kill me. I'm scared." She threw herself into his arms, sobbing. "Maybe this is God's punishment. Why did you slander Chloe online?" Grace went still. Instead of comfort, he'd accused her coldly. "No, that's not true. I didn't slander her. David said Chloe didn't like him..."