Scariest Ghost Stories Novelas e Histórias

After that, he closed his eyes as if he really was going to fall asleep. Of course, Eunice knew that he did it on purpose, so she went over and pulled him up. "Stop fooling around. Your room is right across here. Get out!" Dickson said, "I heard that this place is very eerie at night because female ghosts will appear." Female ghosts? Eunice laughed. Did he think he could scare her like that? She said seriously, "That's very normal. After so many years, it's impossible that no woman has drowned in the water. At night, those female ghosts like to look for such handsome men like you. Do you know how the female ghost looks like?"

Why did he look at her as if he were starving? The candle on her bedside table flickered, even though there was no breeze. Her skin erupted in goosebumps. She didn’t believe in ghost stories, not really. But she knew danger. And Lucien was the definition of it. She had grown up hearing stories of the Ravagers—ancient beings who fed on more than blood. Their touch burned. Their presence altered fate. But those were myths. Warnings. Fairy tales meant to keep girls from wandering too far from the village. Right?

Have you ever seen a ghost? I have. They are warped by the most gruesome magic. If something as beautiful and pure such as a soul had a dark side it would be a ghost. A twisted reality. Ghosts were always hungry, hunting for life's energy. They are never satisfied. They just want more and more until there is nothing left. I was afraid of ghosts because on my 9th birthday, my father dearest set a family of them on me. They loomed at the foot of my bed, hid underneath it, and floated above me. They never fed, they just watched. They gave me nightmares.

She swung the inflatable hammer in her hand towards the ghost grabbing her. The entire room echoed with the sound of her swinging the inflatable hammer, along with her screams. The live stream chat burst into laughter. Sophia shouted, “As long as I scare ghosts more than they scare me, I'm not afraid of them!" One ghost said, “This woman is scarier than me. Shall we retreat?" The other ghost replied, “She almost beat me to death!" “Mom, I want to go back to hell. Earth is not worth it!" "Haha!"

“You mean the hauntings?” Seraphina leaned in, curious. “I think I heard a little about that. What exactly is going on?” I nodded and took another sip of juice. “Some of the servants say they see ghostly figures floating around the estate at night. Pale shapes moving through the gardens or near the windows. A few have even heard soft whispers when no one is there. Everyone is quite scared and shocked by it.” Zoe shivered a little even though the day was warm. “Do you think ghosts are real? I have never seen one, but my mother used to tell stories about spirits that could not rest.”

“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.

My twin sister Claire and I have been at war our whole lives. A box of M&Ms? We’d count each one. Making sure we each got the exact same number of each color. Choosing bedrooms meant a tape measure. No one could have an inch more. When we were eight, Claire locked me in the basement. She tore apart my favorite American Girl doll. When I finally got out, I could only cry and gather the pieces. But she just threw herself on the carpet. Screamed that I pushed her. Dad drove out in a blizzard to buy me a new doll. He got into a bad car accident. He never came back. Our whole world fell apart. Mom said we were broke. She couldn't afford to keep both of us. She agreed to let Aunt Susan take one. I

her voice was trembling. "Do not be afraid, I am here for you," she heard a voice of a man that she always misses. She wanted to stay far away from him but she was afraid of the dark since she heard a story that there is a ghost in this building and many peopel suicide in here because of different reasons. She thinks that it is haunted even though her coach already stop her from saying and believing in those. "Are you real? Tell me that you are not a ghost!" she was panicking as she ordered him.

“They were fishermen who had to come to Orsica because they were not catching any fish in their usual fishing areas. A sudden storm forced them to stay on the island and that was when they started seeing the strange things. According to my friend, the fishermen got hunted by the ember ghost and those who disappeared were never heard from again." Jon felt the hair at the back of his neck rise as he listened to the story. It sounded like something that is told over the campfire - untrue, yet still told just to scare people. Still, after what he thought he had seen and felt since he came to the island, he found himself a bit more susceptible to stories such as what the maid was telling. "That's

She folded her arms against her chest. “It’s only dressed as a haunted house at Halloween,” Christian clarified. “Oh, good,” Meagan sighed. “But it’s one of the most haunted places in the world,” Christian continued, a devious twinkle in his eyes that made me shiver a little bit, and I wasn’t even there. “Oh, crap,” Meagan said, returning to her former disposition. “You hunt Vampires for a living, Meag,” Aurora reminded her. “How can you possibly be scared of ghosts?”