Reddit Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

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Lisa seemed oblivious anyway and droned on. “All good. I’ve just seen online that DJ Ghost’s gonna be playing a set at Howlers this weekend. How about you, I, and Benny go check it out?” Georgia groaned. “You know I hate that place. Just a bunch of sweaty drunk guys trying to rub against us.” “Aw, c’mon George. You never wanna do anything fun with us. DJ Ghost’s awesome man. He does these deep house mixes that I’m so into right now. He’s got like a million followers on I***a already. I really wanna see him live.”

" You are just being overly nice, because I am your sister.” “No, I am serious. This is really good,” he said, taking another bite. “And you are too.” They ate in silence for a few minutes before Steve leaned back in his chair. “Gabby, have you ever heard of stories about people who are not really like others?” Gabby looked up. “What do you mean? Like ghosts?” Steve chuckled. “No, not ghosts. I mean, stories about werewolves.” Gabby raised an eyebrow and smiled. “You are kidding big brother. Werewolves? Like the ones in movies?”

Loren tried to convince her two other friends. “I… didn't know that ghost stories were dangerous. All I know is the story of his death…” Thomas seemed to think for a moment. "Yeah... about a schoolboy who likes to party and get drunk, eventually meeting his own death because he choked on his own vomit while sleeping? How ridiculous." Loren laughed. Ria didn't know what this woman's problem was. Over time, she grew to dislike Loren more and more. What's wrong with her? thought Ria. Subconsciously Ria looked at Loren with a frown with a slightly irritated expression.

“Hey, spread the news! The food at Ms. Graves’s food stall has cleansing properties!” “Ms. Graves is amazing!” The ghouls were all in a titter. The news quickly spread through the supernatural world like wildfire.

"The ferry only runs once a week this time of year. You’re either lost or running from something." "Neither. Just a scout. I do location work for real estate firms. Big money stuff," the traveler said. He took a long pull of the rye, wincing as it hit his throat. "But the mainland? It’s a fucking circus right now. Everyone’s losing their minds over some ghost story." Rafferty’s pulse skipped a beat. A tiny, cold needle of dread pricked the back of his neck. He kept his face blank, his hands steady on the bar rag. "Ghost stories are for tourists. We deal in real things here. Rain, tide, and taxes."

My eyes snap to him, sharp and warning, but he just raises his hands slightly, still grinning. “I’m just saying,” he adds. “He’s not wrong,” Ghost murmurs with a shrug, his arms crossed as he leans back. “All the other old ladies had been here months before they were claimed. Slept with a few different guys. Red hasn’t.” “Could be she thinks she made the wrong call,” Glitch adds, eyes flicking toward me like he’s watching for cracks. “All it takes is talking to someone and feeling that instant connection.” “Okay, shut the fuck up,” I growl, the words rough and low. “If you lot keep going, I’ll ban every guy in this club from breathing near her.”

Lena had moved into the small apartment on the 7th floor of the old building in GRA because it was quiet, affordable, and close to her new job. The walls were thin—she noticed that from the very first night—but she didn’t expect them to become her secret obsession. It was around 11 p.m. She was in bed, scrolling on her phone with the lights off, when the sounds started. A low groan from the other side of the wall. Then another—deeper, rougher.

“There’s no bathroom! I was lying.” “Mia! You’re way too evil!” “Thank god… I wasn’t scared,” someone muttered stiffly. “How about we tell ghost stories?” Goselle suddenly suggested. “One person, one story—how does that sound?” Dwyn immediately chimed in. “Sure. I’ll go first. I’ll tell you a ghost story from when I was filming in Aeriflux.” The moment everyone heard it happened overseas, they visibly relaxed. For some reason, as long as it wasn’t a story that happened domestically, it just felt less scary.