Scary Games Ghost Novels & Stories

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

"You are the most valuable point, boy. So try to live a long time and make the game more interesting." My confusion was overwhelming. I still couldn't grasp the explanation of this so called game. I whispered to Marco, my voice shaking. "They... they just have to get the vest off us right?" Marco looked at me with an expression of weary disgust. "They have to get the vest off our dead bodies, Antonio. The Hunters can only steal the points when you are dead." He heaved before looking away. My eyes widened in horror at his words as he confirmed my suspicion and my legs started shaking uncontrollably.

"Maybe if we figure out exactly what they're after, we'll also find out who's spying on you. What if you tell me about these games and I analyze them?" Scott nodded. Any idea that could help eliminate the threat to his company was welcome. "Alright, I'll gather all the important info, even make you copies, and we can test them in the game room..." Alexia burst out laughing, making him sit up straight. "What?" "It's just that when an adult says 'game room,' you automatically think of Christian Grey's red room. But yours is probably all white, full of consoles and screens." "Are you mocking me?" Scott grumbled, and before she could say anything, he grabbed her hand and led her to a room she'd

Soon they are all drunk. Ghost was the first to teeter to her feet. She caught herself on the back of her chair before she fell. “I'm going to my room" she said, staggering away. But instead of going to her room, she went straight to Hacker’s. Ghost stumbled through the door, her eyes fixed on Hacker who was playing a game as usual. She eyed him with a mixture of accusation and desire. "You're always avoiding me, Hacker," she slurred, her voice thick and husky.

They were on the last train for the day, and it was also a rush hour,the two of them were crammed up against the window there. Gianna looked out the window, and suddenly, for a split second, her eyes glazed over! Scott's head was right in front of her, and she moved his head out of the way, desperately looking out. Scott murmured."What is it?" Gianna's face was horrified, "I think I just saw a ghost!" Scott frowned: "Are you kidding me?There's no such thing as ghosts." But Gianna was sure of what she saw. She saw someone who was supposed to be dead.

“Killing Damon would be difficult—even with Anna’s death, he’s still impregnable. My target is someone else he loves and adores.” Rose and Victor exchanged a quick glance, confusion flickering between them, unsure of who Scarlett meant. Sensing their uncertainty, Scarlett leaned back in her chair, a predatory glint in her vicious blue eyes. “My target is Damon’s sister,” she declared, “The one they call Ghost.” Rose’s expression remained neutral, her face a mask of calm calculation. She didn’t flinch, didn’t react—only watched Scarlett with a quiet intensity. After a beat, she spoke, “What do you need me to do, and how much are we talking about here?”

“Sure, what game are we playing?” “Remember when we were playing a murder mystery board game last year and Helena mentioned trying to communicate with spirits? Since we’re here, why not play it now?” Sybille could tell what I had in mind and did not object. I glanced at the remaining pair. Helena seemed to do a double take, and Anette’s expression was rather strange as well. Suddenly, Helena perked up. “Sure, I've always been curious if ghosts really do exist.” “I don’t think ghosts are scary. What's scary is human nature.”