Scary Games Ghost Novels & Stories

The bartender comes with my drink and a glass of water and he places it in front of us. “Here you go, sir.” He says and I don’t respond. Robyn turns to the bartender and says. “Thank you.” The bartender nods and leaves. “You know, Mr. Gray…” she smirks, leaning forward as she whispers into my ear, “You’re in luck. I like to play games too and I like them dirty, rough, and… hard,” she purrs, her hot breath tickling the side of my neck as she bites my earlobe.

Grayson was surprised, but he decided to ignore the warning and continued staring at Belle's phone. Suddenly, a horrifying jump scare appeared from the screen, startling him to the point of almost throwing the phone away. The animated image depicted a ghost with bleeding eyes, nose, and mouth, its terrifying gaze seemingly targeting those attempting to access Belle's phone. Gathering his composure, Grayson scrolled down, encountering more eerie images before reaching a password-protected lock screen. Despite trying various passwords, none proved correct.

Emma just nods at him as a reply, too speechless to say anything. Throughout the movie, the same thing keeps happening. Emma jumps in her seat every time a scary scene appears, and Lucus never lets go of her thigh. When it comes towards the end, there is one scene that makes Emma scream out of her lungs and involuntarily break into tears from the scare. The ghost is just hideous, and Emma has never been more scared of ghosts before.

Cold sweat trickled down the back of my neck as I struggled to maintain a calm facade. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry, and nodded, "Y-yes," The skeleton's jaw clattered into a grim smile, bony fingers reaching out to grasp my own. "Wonderful!" she rasped and clapped, "Let the games commence..." Her sinister chuckle rose up around me just as the clock that reads 80 minutes run on, as if it was from a thousand malevolent spirits. That's when I knew there's no turning back now. Anxiety pooled in my stomach, a nauseating cocktail of dread and terror. Each tick of the clock towards the forbidding dark games filled my mind with gruesome imaginings.

She lashed out without warning, slapping my father hard across the face. "Samuel's little games are getting old," she spat. "He'll do anything to hurt Nicky, won't he? Anything to play the victim." My father was old and frail. The blow sent him crumpling to the ground, unable to move. He lay there, his voice trembling as he forced out the words, "It really is Samuel. Samuel is dead." Adeline's eyes blazed with fury. Through gritted teeth, she snarled at him, "Do you think this is funny? Keep playing these pathetic games with him, and I'll make sure you don't live to see another day.

*]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="88630483-7eb5-4271-b05b-c60c7df0102d" data-testid="conversation-turn-186" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> The silence after the Ghost’s disappearance felt heavier than the gunfire. Like the air itself was holding its breath.

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?

Beep! I took a sharp inhale, like someone breaking the surface after nearly drowning. [Fourth loop over. Player has died. Remaining attempts before game over: 6] I lay limp on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my heart pounding out of control. That instant of dying had felt way too real—so real that I could still smell my own flesh, charred and burnt. I'd gambled on the idea that even though that "killer" was a copy of me with my memories and my thought patterns, he was still a separate entity.

He then spoke, pointing at Ghost, who by the way was still bouncing around in the flowers. Oh crap, I totally forgot about him! I mentally slapped myself, then turned to the side, “Oh my god, Ghost, get back here!” I shouted at the crazed husky. “Ghost?” The guy instantly asked confused. “Yeah, she’s a total Game of Thrones fan,” Kara explained giggling. “Oh...” He mumbled, while I was still looking at Ghost, who was heading towards me, but suddenly stopped in his tracks and started howling like a crazed wolf.

I could see a pair of red eyes, howling all over. I asked in fear Dekker- " What is that?" Dekker looked up and his face turned pale. He gulped as he stood frozen at his spot. He began to sweat as he clear his throat. I asked him once more-" Dekker? Will you tell me what is going on?" Dekker said in a panic voice-" W-we should leave" I asked -" Why? What do you look so pale? What is that thing?" Dekker lowered his tone and replied-" Gambler of Ghosts. The dark Prince and his men. He is a terror who feeds on the souls mercilessly."