Short Creepy Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

“Why is that your first thought? Of all the supernatural things, you jump straight to ghosts?” “Yes, ghosts!” she shot back, crossing her arms. “We live in a world where vampires, werewolves, and witches are real, Lia! Ghosts aren’t that far-fetched!” “Okay, okay, fair point,” I conceded, holding up my hands. “And don’t even pretend they’re not real,” she added quickly. “I’ve heard too many stories to believe otherwise.” “Stories, huh?” I smirked. “Let me guess, you heard about some haunted house from a ‘friend of a friend’?”

The ghost asked casually, while appearing to be pacing the floor. "What? Like the human who turns into a giant man-wolf during a full moon?" Miranda demanded, but she didn't let the ghost answer, "yeah I've heard about it. So much so that people write books about young girls falling in love with them, and those books have so much smut, its ridiculous." Miranda laughed. It was now the ghost's turn to send Miranda a deadpan look. "What?" Miranda asked when she noticed the look. "And what do you think of vampires?" The ghost continued to quiz.

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

"There are no ghosts in this world." "No, no, no!" The young guy looked like he was losing his mind, his whole body shaking in terror. "There are ghosts! "There were rumors about this building being haunted even before! An old woman living on the first floor lost her son in a mining accident. She kept waiting for him every day. I heard it a long time ago. My neighbor ran into her after work once. She kept asking him where her son was. He said he didn't know, and she trapped him walking in circles on the stairwell!

My voice bounced around the tiny apartment, thick with rage I couldn't hold back. The ceiling light started going berserk, flickering on and off wildly. A chill shot up my spine, sharper and deeper than ever before. In the corner, a patch of shadow began to twist and ripple, gathering into one spot. A human-shaped silhouette, darker than the darkness around it, slowly peeled itself out of the shadows. The figure was tall and slender—it was a woman's outline wrapped in an indistinct shroud of black mist. There was no wind, but it felt like the air had been sucked from the room in an instant. Then, an icy, emotionless voice rang out. It wasn't in my ears, but directly inside my head.

Ellen keeps waiting behind him until her voice echoes in his ear. “Wait, with whom is she talking on the backside of my house?” He observes her conversing with someone while sitting there with her back towards him, which makes him conceal himself in order to confirm his suspicions about the person’s identity. “Huh, gold digger!” But his view is obstructed, making it impossible to identify the person Judy is speaking with. Only the backside of Judy, along with nearby flowers, green leaves, and small grasses, are visible. This leads to questions regarding the identity of the other person and raises concerns about the possibility of Judy’s mental state or the involvement of supernatural entitie

Regret was already pressing in. The amulet warmed as the sun dipped lower. I stopped at once and shifted. If the humans were right, rogue wolves wouldn’t be an issue here. Still, belief didn’t equal safety. Paisley shifted too. His skin had more color now, but the shaking hadn’t stopped. “We can’t stay here,” he said under his breath. “There are ghosts.” “Ghosts?” “You’ll hear them when it gets dark,” he said. “Something bad happened here. The magic soaked into the ground. It pulls the dead back up, and they want revenge.”

She needs to call Betty; the girl has started suspecting that something was going on that her best friend was not telling her which was true. How can you tell your best friend that there is a ghost that lives in your apartment and you are friends with the ghost? Especially when this best friend knows that every male in your life who had shown kindness to you, you ended up falling for the person. No, Maisie agreed again with her former thoughts, there was no way she would tell Betty that she was sharing her apartment with a ghost and besides she isn't dumb enough to fall for a ghost. No matter how much he gets her, or how amazing his brain is, or how he manages to take care of her problems or

“Wouldn’t that make him run away if he’s here or something ?” “Ghosts don’t have ears, Syke,” Chloe laughed. “Don’t worry yourself about any of us getting caught.” “For the hundredth time, Chloe,” Syke grunted. “I’m not worried about us getting caught by any ghosts. Ghosts don’t exist but you know what exists? Robbers! Pilferers! And other werewolves that are after our head! For God’s sake, we should not be shouting in the middle of a graveyard.” “Yeah yeah I’ve heard you all right,” Chloe mocked. “I won’t shout anymore so don’t worry yourself okay?”

-Hello," someone spoke. It was a slow voice, full of whispers. It was more of a whisper. -Who are you? -I went deeper. In the curtains of the bathroom, in the bathtub, there was a black shadow. So I guessed that's where the creepy thing was. When the woman's fingers grabbed the curtain and began to pull it back, my skin crawled all over. Her hand was completely rotten and her nails were broken and long. I stepped back because the truth was already scaring me. -What are you looking for here? -I asked in a whisper. -I want... a soul.