Scary Ghost Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

His voice was weary as he said, "Alright, get some rest now." As we lay down together, I turned on my side to watch him, taking in his eyes, his nose, and his lips. Suddenly, a voice rang in my head, shattering the quiet night like a thunderclap. "That's not the real Sebastian! He died three years ago!" My breath hitched as I bolted upright and scanned the room frantically. "Who said that? Who's there?" There was no response, only Sebastian, who was startled awake by my scream.

"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."

Raven said. It walked out of that portal and it raised its scythe, and like a magnet, it absorbed the ghost. The ghost fights hard so that it will not absorb by the invisible force. A grim reaper moved its scythe again and dropped its tip to the floor and it made a strange sound. The ghost did nothing, so the scythe completely sucked it and the grim reaper waved its hand, and the portal gradually close. “I hate this feeling ... it’s so scary..” Damon said.

"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."

She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed. I remembered once returning the favor. I told her about Terry the ghost, a boy who’d died in an accident on the street across from our house. Terry’s ghost wandered our neighbor’s house where his family had once lived. Mom hadn’t slept alone for weeks after that, and she never told me another horror story. My mom was like me in some ways—she was terrified of the paranormal, or anything religious. That’s why her engagement to Bill had been such a shock. But even Mom had gotten braver, so why couldn’t I?

His heart beating like a drum, his nerves strung tight as high wires; with shaking like someone with a fever. What would he do? Why not step out noiselessly, lock her in that room and run to his only elder brother. But what can stop a ghost from finding him anywhere in the world? He could also go to the room and call her name before she said anything. Why is he even scared of her? If she had plans of hurting him, she would have done it. She had plenty of opportunities; slit his throat while he slept, cut off his dick while they were having sex or just shoot him in the head from behind.

he started walking away, "See you" I watched as he walked away remorseful. I won't say anything because he should know what's it feels like. He seems like a bungled child. Should knock some senses into his head. Aish...this is tiring! I can hardly keep myself company because of my studies and now I've to keep this ghost guy company. Why do you have to make my life miserable, God?! *** "Why can't they just shut up if they don't know anything about it?!!" I was surfing through the internet for the past two hours about paranormal activities. Unfortunately, almost everything they say is either a huge lie or a made-up story. Some of them are hilarious, I should admit.

he informed. Why can't others see me yet she can? I asked. “Kids are more susceptible to ghost sightings because they have a much greater sense of awareness than most adults,”he replied and then added “This leaves them subject to picking up on energies and events that go unnoticed by most people. The energy in the world of the dead is dark and bad. He said with a smile and disappeared. Hey come back, come back please... I wanted to ask him more things but he came and disappeared like that.

"Once upon a time, this forest was inhabited by an old man who always carried an ax. Because he was old, his eyesight and hearing were disturbed. One day, there was a woman who bathed in the river. The man thought that the woman was a fox demon disguised as a woman. He swung the ship around the woman's neck and plaaakkk ....! he cut her head off!" They fell silent, feeling a cold wind blowing at the base of their necks. Although most of them said they were not afraid of the stories Nicholas told. But there was still a strange atmosphere they could feel. "Do ... do ghosts really exist?" asked Alexei who only heard the story, his face already white. "The ghost doesn't exist!" the rational Matt

No answer. Carefully, she made her way across the uneven dirt floor, trying to shine the light into the shadows. There was no sign of him anywhere. She peered over into the far corner, thinking maybe she saw something there, or perhaps it was her own shadow. An eerie feeling came over her. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her from behind. A hand over her mouth kept her from shrieking, and she nearly dropped the lantern. “Shhh!” a whispery voice said in her ear. “Ghosts don’t eat apple pie, and they don’t drink brandy.”