Scary Ghost Stories Novelas e Histórias

As I stepped out and fumbled for my towel, a spooky creak scraped along the doorframe, sending a jolt of fear through my veins. Gosh, why did I do this to myself? I had this terrible habit of reading horror stories and spending sleepless nights huddled under the covers in fear. And then it came again, the same scraping noise but followed by muffled, ominous laughter. It was definitely not my overactive imagination. Did someone else use this room when I wasn't around at night? Goosebumps erupted across my already prickling skin as I slowly opened the door a sliver to look. It was only a quarter past nine, too early for ghosts to come out. At least in the stories I read, they waited till midni

Aina pov: It has Been almost a month since I had the scary encounter with a ghost at the River Elbe, this ghost claimed to be my mother. I don't have the gut to tell my aunt Ella about the encounter. I know she will ask me why I visited the river Elbe. I could still recall having a dream about the same ghost lady that night when I was sleeping. In this dream, she was clothed in normal clothes and her skin was fresh without any scars or wounds.

They are all women. "Ghost! Really? This is incredible.” someone's voice. Someone replied, trying to keep the tone low to increase the story's authenticity, “I asked Pearl. She said the white specter was scary, headless, floating in the air. Only ghosts can fly like that!" Are they talking about me? They think I'm a 'ghost'! So funny! Pearl must be the name of the girl who screamed and fainted when she saw me in the night. Maybe it was too dark for her to see me, only the white clothes I wore, so she thought I was a ghost.

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.

"They don't like the same. If you heard about them, it will bring you creeps. And you will never wish to see them." I decided to lay my body down again after that, not thinking about going outside anymore. I think it's so scary to see one. Luckily, Steel is still awake or if not, maybe I already saw some ghost outside this room because of my curiosity. "I didn't know there was something like that here, demons are everywhere and I already saw them. Ghost is not one of them."

"You scared me!" It wasn’t Gabriel. It was the ghost girl. "My life is already a mess, and you're making it worse!" I yelled at her. "Get lost, please!" Gabriel stepped through her and cupped my shoulders. "Something’s going on with you, right?" he asked softly. "I can feel the same fear you had earlier. And that scream... it wasn't about me. What’s wrong?" I swallowed hard. "You’re right. It wasn’t about you. But would you believe me if I told you I can see ghosts? That one is staring at me right now, unblinking, like it just saw something scarier than itself. Would you believe me?"

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

She instantly widened her eyes, terror evident in her eyes as a scream escaped her lip jumping towards my direction. Unable to hold it any longer, I burst out laughing, throwing my head back as the laugh flowed freely from my throat. Finally realizing I was joking, she glared at me, her green eyes filled with rage. “Why must you always do that? You know I'm scared of ghosts." “They are not real," I replied nonchalantly. “Even if they were, they can't do anything to you, a living being. Only if you do something to them first and besides, you got me." I said my voice was laced with mockery.

By now, we’ve all had more than a few drinks, and we’re halfway between tipsy and passed out. “Let’s tell scary stories,” Laura, one of my friends, suggests. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Kara asks. “These woods are spooky at night. I have to be able to sleep, you know.” “Maybe we should call one of those hunky forest rangers for you,” I suggest with a laugh. “He’d better bring a friend,” Laura says. “Or twelve,” Diana, another friend of mine, adds. We all laugh, and Laura starts in on the first story about night walkers, ghostly figures who march through the forest.

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."