Reddit Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

These people were proud of their ghost, and the town itself was a historical gold mine for photos and stories. That was until Eric’s cellphone rang. He disconnected the call and faked throwing his cellphone at the wall of a shop. Several townsfolk mentioned tales from previous inhabitants. Many of the tales included one place, the lake. Right now, the lake was iced over. The festival was using it as a skating rink. Greta was itching to see the lake. She might get hints if there was a real haunting. She had what she called ‘the itch,’ and that itch was happening right now.

Rehana had already passed out while Rudra was talking. Rudra and Anu shared some of their high school stories, most of them were embarrassing. Ana turned all red when Rudra told us how she went strip poking in front her landlady when she was drunk. I had to bite my lips to the point they bled, to stifle my laughter. "That must be quite a show." I added while chuckling. "Oh, Shut up, not you too." My wife groaned beside me. "Actually it's fine you can do that again if you want, just make sure I am in the audience. The only audience to be more precise."

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, Dawn said slowly “a vengeful spirit” Lena sighed “thought it might be”, she admitted. Dawn frowned at her “wait, you knew?” she asked, astounded “how?” The blackette was aware at how open minded Lena was but she didn’t think that she would go as far as to place the blame on it for Bryce and Shawna’s deaths. “My godmother told me all about different supernatural things, including ghosts”, the brunette explained “she’s an occult professor. Anyway, when I saw the hook in the wall…it made me think of the Hook Man legend. So I guessed it was a ghost”.

Mac asked. “Of course. We’re passing the district anyway,” Greta nodded. “Um, you’re one of the winners… That means you’re also there in the mausoleum, right? Do you have any stories you want to tell?” Mac blinked, glancing at Jai who was looking back at him. Then he looked at Greta. “Well, I have one or two about this certain troublemaker. Wanna hear?” Realizing he was going to tell something about him, Jai covered his lips with his hand. “Uhh, no, no, you don’t wanna hear, Greta.”

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

“Like any of you are believable.” She smashed the pillow against Lor who was sitting on Grace’s bed. Lor shrieked: "Pillow fight!" and the craziness started. **** They binge-watched Korean dramas through the TV set that Grace had pre-arranged to be set up in her room for the night. They had a vote by hands on whether it would be K-drama or "It" starring Pennywise. After lights out though, they still started telling ghost stories among themselves, especially about the school ghost of the teenage boy who threw himself down the piss-shallow creek and bled to death. The stories made most of the girls too scared to go alone in the bathroom that was just a few meters away from the bed, so some of

As if I were no longer a person, but a walking headline. Even my old friend group had revived our long-dead group chat. Sydney sent me a screenshot earlier: the chat was blowing up with comments, questions, speculations. The kind of excitement that doesn’t stem from genuine happiness, but from hunger. Gossip. Curiosity laced with envy. Apparently, there was even a Reddit thread dedicated to me. Or rather, to hating me. "Gold digger." "Not even that pretty." "She must’ve done something shady to land him."

“Don’t remind me. Last week, I accidentally walked in on two scouts arguing about strategy, in the hallway, completely naked, like they weren’t holding spears five seconds ago.” “That’s worse than Zoom guy,” Hannah declared. “I don’t know,” Lily said. “At least our guys don’t put ‘entrepreneur’ in their bio when they actually sell fake healing crystals.” Hannah raised a hand. “That happened to my friend. She thought she was dating a businessman. Turned out he lived in his mom’s basement and sold ‘moon-charged salt’ on the internet.” I snorted. “What does moon-charged salt do?” “Apparently,” Hannah said with a straight face, “it ‘removes toxic energy and bills.’”

What can you tell me about the Night Terrors? He rolled his thin, lined lips in, seemed to debate with himself. "Tol'ko skazki. Nichego solidnogo. Eto byla gruppa zhivotnykh, poyavivshikhsya posle GULAGa. Pod nimi nichego ne bylo. Yesli rasskazy pravdivy, to vam nuzhno derzhat'sya ot nikh podal'she." Only stories. Nothing solid. They were a group of animals that emerged after the gulags. Nothing was beneath them. If the stories are true, then you need to stay far away from them.