Novel & Cerita Scariest Ghost Stories

I nearly collapsed at the sound of his thick baritone voice. My heart was about to explode in my chest. “Don't be afraid, child.” I scoffed, raising my brows. “Don't tell me not to be afraid, you are dead!” I screamed, taking another step back. “How will I not be afraid when I'm seeing ghosts? I mean, who sees ghosts?!” I screamed at them, placing my hands in the air to act as a barrier between us. Fuck! I see dead people! But how come? Was that a fucking gift too?

he said. “And please tell me if this one’s true. Did you battle ghouls in a haunted manor in England? Everyone’s always telling that story, but I have to hear it from the horse’s mouth. Well, wolf’s mouth in this case,” I said. My fear had long since ditched me. In its place, excitement was making me embarrass myself in front of Alice’s dad, the revered mythical wolf. “I was just shacking up in the manor. I didn’t know it was haunted. The ghouls came and tried to kill me. Let’s just say I don’t take kindly to being attacked while I’m sleeping,” Briar said.

“The islands are less creepy than this stretch of road,” Quill mutters, moving closer to me. “I keep expecting some ghost girl to show up.” “You’re a werewolf, Quill.” Beth rolls her eyes. “I’m sure you can take on a ghost.” “Are you kidding me?” Quill huddles closer to me. “I’m terrified of ghosts. The piece of land I lived on with my dad connected to this road with open fields on both sides. Do you know the number of accidents that happen yearly simply because of ghosts?”

"But. . . but. . ." "Seriously, there's no such thing as ghosts, or witches, or witch hunters," Gina raged, reaching her limits of patience. "Those are just make-believe scary stories. Lame ones for that matter and if you're so scared by a story told by a sick, dumb girl then you don't deserve to be in the vampire team." "Okay, sheesh! There's no need to get all snappy," Katie said, stepping forward before she turned to the others. "Come on, guys. Let's get this done with."

"There's no way I was the only one seeing ghosts!" Tang and Sawyer, who'd clearly been eavesdropping, finally spoke up. "Ghosts?" Sawyer asked, his voice low and serious. "What ghosts?" Tang, who had been leaning against the wall like nothing could bother him, suddenly perked up. "Wait. Ghosts? Are we talking European phantoms? Japanese yūrei? Or like, vengeful brides in white?" His eyes lit up like he'd just found a whole new season of his favorite horror show.

"When I was a kid, my friends and I used to dare each other to ring the bell. We all thought it was haunted, but none of us ever got the guts to actually make it to the door." "Oh yeah? Why's that?" "I dunno, weird stuff always seemed to happen around here. I know this will sound stupid, you know, kids and all, but one time my friend Billy actually made it to the door. He was going to hit the bell when we heard this woman scream bloody murder at him, so we bolted. I think it was a rabbit under the porch or something, I hear they can scream like people." "No, it's a ghost. She's a screamer. Does that shit all the time."

Confused by her presence, Not knowing what to do Pepper Rei could sense That something was not quite right And she fought the urge To take flight From this pale, blond, tiny thing So she hurried a step away And before she could track Her way back To the first floor, Well! She was on Eight, With a suddenness, She saw a looming figure fade. Zombie Ghosts? Now, with an urgency to save her life She screamed at the top of her lungs Waking all the after-lives Behold! They screamed with her To start the fright In Missy who couldn't stop sobbing Her eyes teary and her nose Red. Pepper Rei felt the dread Creeping up her back, When she saw Hundreds and Thousands of shapes, Reaching her tacke

She heard another frightening sound and when she looked, there it was, a monster with a goat's head, bat's wings, and clove hooks. That spirit has been there feeding on human flesh; thus, they normally walk in pared with another creepy corpse. Nina stood still, her mouth went dry ans the hair on her head stood up. She was standing on one of the forest's scariest places. There were bones of heads, and disembodied body parts that were strung along the jungle trees by a man who was haunted by the sight of a drowned girl whose body washed up on shore more than half a century ago. The sight of the disembodied bodies were so terrifying enough, at the treetops, she heard the heads whispering to one

Or I might just be hallucinating in fear. "Erm...errr....I, I just don't want to become a virgin ghost, that's all. Do you know how vengeful virgin ghosts are? They are like super scary and stuff and they can't stand lovers because they themselves died before doing the deed, you know. I just don't want to be as pitiful as them, not that I pity them or something like that. It's just super sad and I don't want to end up like them." Oh God I was babbling. Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me!

He decided to wait for them till they returned. Cold breeze danced about in the car making goosebumps fill his body, he began to shiver in fear and his breathing was unusually fast. He felt a hand touch his back, his eyes widened and he froze then he turned around to see who touched him but he saw no One. He was nervous, he knew the car wasn't safe anymore, he knew he had to step out of the car. He was still contemplating whether to leave now or not when the car opened and a ghost appeared at him then disappeared almost immediately. He screamed, the sight was too terrifying to see, the ghost then stretched it's skeleton hands forward to get him but it's hands didn't reach him. Mr Wellspring