Scary Ghost Story Novelas e Histórias

The others reluctantly moved in my direction, shamed into action. “Ah don’t like ghosts,” said Flossy. “How do you know?” I asked her. “You’ve never seen one.” “Ah have. On a school trip to Hatfield House. He had chains on his feet, and he walked through a wall.” “If he’s already chained up, what the fuck are you scared of?”

While Hayden seemed to enjoy looking around, I spent the time to mentally prepare myself for when the ghost would come out and scare us. “See? It’s not as scary as you think. These things are made for kids...” Hayden said, sounding bored. “I’m just scared that something will pop out and…AHHHHH!” I said before screaming loudly in shock. I think I saw a bloody ghost or something jump out at us and I just screamed at the top of my lungs and started hugging and hiding behind Hayden. Why am I here? I can’t wait to get out of here! “Nooooo! Let’s get out of here! Out of here!” I continued screaming.

There is just something about the dark that is so scary. I might be a werewolf but those ghost stories do scare the hell out of me. I kept imagining seeing things as we walked through the forest. A tree that looked like a giant person, a short person with a big head and no eyes. ‘Ahhhhh, what in the world is wrong with you? You are supposed to be the strongest, bravest she-wolf but here you are being afraid of ghosts,' my wolf said and I chuckled. I did that to wake her up, she had been too quiet for my liking.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

she said in a strained tone as she finally got to the dry land. The lady screamed again, louder than the first time making Delaney's ears ring. “GHOST!!! IT'S A VENGEFUL GHOST!!!” she screamed with tears running down her face as people came rushing out. When they saw Delaney, they fell down on their knees their eyes filled with fear and horror. Delaney's face blanched as she grew anxious. “I'm really not dead. I'm not a ghost.” she took a step toward them only to pause when some women's eyes rolled to the back of their heads as they passed out and fall over.

Memories of the chilling night she spent guarding the family mausoleum flooded back, rendering her unable to sleep without lights until now. Just as she contemplated seeking help, the lights flickered back to life. But her moment of relief was fleeting. Just as she stood clad in nothing but her undergarments, the lights dimmed once more, accompanied by eerie wails reminiscent of that ominous night. Clara knew this was no mere coincidence; someone was behind it. Summoning her courage, she hastily dressed, intent on fleeing the room. Yet before she could act, a ghostly figure materialized at the window. Its headless form dripped with blood, lunging toward her with a chilling cry for her life.

' When she thought of the scenes she had sneakily watched online while biting her pillow and squinting, she turned away and swiftly ran away. Coming out of the basement, she took a deep breath. 'This villa seemed quite aesthetically pleasing earlier, but it feels eerie and scary now. No, I must tell Mommy that this place is haunted. We must leave immediately!' However, just as she took a step, she could not help but look back at the stairs leading to the basement. She had indeed heard a boy's voice calling out to his mom. Terrified of ghosts to the point of death, yet unable to keep her curiosity in check, Cherry took small, hesitant steps back to the door she had just left. This time around

In his mind, he couldn't help but think of the nights when Bianca accompanied him in the hospital. In the middle of the night, footsteps echoed in the corridor. This seemingly willful and capricious young lady was like a frightened little rabbit, crouching on his bed, trembling. When she raised her head, it was also with this kind of aggrieved and somewhat accusing expression, seeking comfort. "Mr. Sinclair, do you think there are ghosts in this world?" The seemingly willful and capricious young lady was afraid of ghosts. He didn't know why, but he changed the words he originally intended to scare her with when they reached his lips.

"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."

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."