Scary Ghost Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

I’m sure everyone knows somethings going on between us but I’m starting not to care. “It’s time to tell ghost stories!!” Becca announces. Anybody got a good one? Everyone looks around but no one volunteers. “Oh shit! What about that night we watched the Gremlins.” Michael says I know exactly what he’s talking about. One of the scariest nights of our lives. “Oh man that was scary tell it Becca!” Christopher yells and everyone’s intrigued. “Rosalie tells it best she remembers the details better because she’s older.” Becca says

I further questioned him Hearing my question Draco face suddenly turned overcast as he said “It’s a Black blood ghost” “Black Blood Ghost?” I was stunned, I haven’t read anything about such a type of ghost in my grandmother book, and this looked something new and dangerous at same time.

Failing to contain her curiosity, she asks Lolita about it. "Aside from rumors about ghosts scaring and making fun of passers by, I know nothing else, Miss." "Ghosts?" "I apologize but I refuse to tell stories of them. Not now that's it's already midnight."

He did sex with his slaves until they couldn’t open their eyes. I had two spectres over my head but my experience with the Lingering still present made me immune to fear over ghosts. One was cold and mysterious with dull eyes. The other one was bright and energetic. However, the voices unmistakably belonged to teen girls. Were they dead? My senses gradually returned to me as my body fought against numbness. The best course of actions was to sleep again until the ghosts went away; I didn’t want to be stuck with another weirdo, the Duke was enough.

Hi, I’m new here! Like, I was approved just earlier. I joined here because I love reading ghost stories. I know I don’t have a third eye, but I had several experiences about ghosts. However, it doesn’t really bother me that much at all. Actually, I really just want to read some ghost stories as a way to lull myself to sleep. But while I was reading, I felt encouraged to talk about my previous experience. I’m just going to share it, okay? It doesn’t bother me at all. Actually, I’ve been amazed by it back then and it hasn't changed even now. I hope you enjoy it too.

Sylvie was slightly furious. "What, are you belittling me just because I'm a woman?!" Ifor smirked but ignored her as he walked straight toward Frank. In just two steps, they all heard a noisy rustle of bushes and turned to find a dozen glowing eyes glaring at them. "I-Is that a ghost?" Scar asked, afraid. "Ghost, my ass." Ifor snorted in annoyance. "There's no such thing—it must be some animal. The old man was right—there's something strange on this hill!"

Some appeared as twisted caricatures of human beings, their features warped and contorted, while others seemed to defy description, their shapes shifting and morphing in the dim, flickering light. A sense of foreboding hung in the air, as if I had stumbled into a realm where my deepest fears had taken on tangible form. Whispers, no longer unintelligible, echoed in my ears, weaving a chilling narrative of despair and dread. They spoke of forgotten sins and vengeful spirits, their words like icy tendrils creeping into my consciousness.

Belle choked on her tears and spoke like a frightened child, "I'm scared. I… I just saw ghosts… There are ghosts here!" "There are no ghosts! You're just frightened." "I saw them! They were in the room with me! They came in from the windows. They were about to drag me down to hell with them … There was also a woman crying … My heart hurts. It hurts so much." Grayson continued consoling her, "Open your eyes. It's safe here. There are no ghosts anymore."

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.

Don't get me wrong, I never was a fan of horror things. "Yup. And whoever goes near that lake, the ghost of that girl pulls it inside the lake with her and drowns them. Few dead bodies have been found at it's bottom, FYI." He said, actually a lot serious this time. I would be lying if I didn't say how a shiver ran up my spine when he said that. "Do you think people will hear us if we scream from here?" I whispered. He looked at my face, confused then broke into laughter.