Reddit Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

"Those old men were practically crying into their expensive robes. They were shaking in their boots, claiming that the rogue raid was a cosmic punishment because Dante cancelled his fancy wedding contract. They honestly thought the southern pack sent three rogues with silver sticks just to hurt their little feelings." "It was completely pathetic," Simon chimes in with a dry chuckle. "Thomas looked like he was about to pass out when Zeke brought that muddy messenger into the room. He probably thought the Nightshore pack was coming to steal his retirement fund." Their ridiculous storytelling and fake accents bring a genuine smile to my face, the warm laughter bubbling up in my chest. It feels

** **Nora: CHECK THE NEWS** My stomach dropped I opened the messages first, my hands already shaking Nora had sent links, A whole lots of them Articles, blog posts, social media threads…but that wasnt what shattered me The headlines did, and Immediately, my blood ran cold **”Belle Westwood: Abuser or Something More Sinister?” “The Truth Behind the Viral Assault Case” “Friends Say Belle Westwood Was ‘Different’—But How Different?”** I clicked on one of the links The article was filled with speculation, rumors, theories. But it was the comments section that made my heart stop **User203: I know this sounds crazy and out of the blue, but what if she’s not human? Like, what if she’s a vampire or

Not presents. Shaking, I went back to my room and opened my laptop. The NoSleep subreddit was always active late at night, a place for people all over the world to share their terrifying experiences. I started typing. Title: My 5-year-old sister saw "Santa," but her description is terrifying. Help.

Her lips are as dry as can be. “But he can’t,” I add softly. She doesn’t move. So I try something else. “You wanna hear a stupid story?” She shrugs. “Back in Atlanta, I once got caught sleeping with a councilwoman’s daughter. Not caught in bed, thank God, but caught enough. She left her bra in my gym bag. Security found it while checking for weapons at the club entrance.” Dorothy blinks. I continue. “She had a thing for public sex. I had a thing for not saying no to anything with boobs and a membership card. It was a disaster waiting to happen.”

“You really think it’s all real? The monsters?” Jenna swats my arm playfully. “Of course! We did the deep dive. Forums are full of people who’ve seen things. Shadows in the trees. Eyes in the water.” She leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And get this—there was a whole group of tourists, like, a year ago? They all vanished here. Poof. The island ate them. That’s the secret. If we can catch anything on live stream, we’ll blow up. Our channel is so boring. This is our ticket.”

"I'll go back home and continue my normal life but I'll never have anything to do with ghosts anymore. I won't even do like I see them and will continue my story writing and studies." "Will you write my story, Chris?" "Never. It's a secret." I vehemently shook my head. "Why? You don't want people to know you see ghosts?" "Yes, I don't. Moreover, people hardly believe you guys exist so it's of no use writing it and trying to convince them." "But I want you to write my story, Chris. I want the world to know how I died, what caused my death, everything. Including the way, my mum cried when she found out about my death till the very end when I'm gone."

Her friend Yuki began to live stream their walk, from time to time talking with her followers through the platform's chatroom to update them of their progress and also fill in some stories regarding the place. "... So before I forgot, I remember mentioning a grandma ghost haunting this place aside from the white lady nun." And then the girls braved the chilling atmosphere of the dorm's interior, trying to make fun of each other's reactions to some spooky noises and passing wind. "They said the old lady will show up somewhere in the garden seated on an old wicker chair.... and will start to talk to you about her husband whom she buried alive in that garden when she was younger due to cheating

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Hi, I’m new here! Like, I was approved just earlier. I joined here because I love reading ghost stories. I know I don’t have a third eye, but I had several experiences about ghosts. However, it doesn’t really bother me that much at all. Actually, I really just want to read some ghost stories as a way to lull myself to sleep. But while I was reading, I felt encouraged to talk about my previous experience. I’m just going to share it, okay? It doesn’t bother me at all. Actually, I’ve been amazed by it back then and it hasn't changed even now. I hope you enjoy it too.

Grinda sulked like a baby. Tahlia laughed mockingly at her, the two girls Held hands and walked out of the hall and school premises to their special and secret spot to chat away. ****** “I know you won’t hear about it, sometimes I wonder if you are a werewolf… I have more information than you! And I’m human, "Grinda shouted at the top of her voice in excitement. They were far inside the bush, overlooking a big blue sea; their secret spot, where they always come for privacy and peace.