Short Creepy Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

All of a sudden she appeared before Hea. Hea's feet were glued to the ground and a shiver ran down her spine. She saw a meager female in front of her eyes that had a hole in her neck and the blood flowed down from it all. These ghosts had terrible scars upon their appearance which had died in terrible traffic accidents. She tilted her head and a malicious grin appeared on her face. She screamed with her whole heart and Jungkun repulsed the ghost lady with his powers. Her strange and stinky coil smell hit her nose and she felt nauseous. She couldn't tolerate the smell and started throwing up.

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.

"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."

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.

Because I really didn't want to see them again. "Do you hear me?" The Queen's patience was wearing thin. I nodded, knowing that I had no room to refuse her. "Yes, I do." After breakfast, I went back to my own bedroom upstairs. I could vaguely hear people inside discussing, "I heard that Madam Chloe saw a ghost last night and cried in fear." "I heard that too. They say it was a female ghost crying and asking Madam Chloe to return the ring to her. Could it be true? So scary," said another maid, her voice trembling.

"Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted. "Do you believe that creatures such as vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and witches exist and walk among us? Growing up, my late grandmother would share stories about how Ashgrove was once a den of supernatural activity. If you've lived in this town for a while, you've likely heard similar tales. But do you

“They were fishermen who had to come to Orsica because they were not catching any fish in their usual fishing areas. A sudden storm forced them to stay on the island and that was when they started seeing the strange things. According to my friend, the fishermen got hunted by the ember ghost and those who disappeared were never heard from again." Jon felt the hair at the back of his neck rise as he listened to the story. It sounded like something that is told over the campfire - untrue, yet still told just to scare people. Still, after what he thought he had seen and felt since he came to the island, he found himself a bit more susceptible to stories such as what the maid was telling. "That's

She heard another frightening sound and when she looked, there it was, a monster with a goat's head, bat's wings, and clove hooks. That spirit has been there feeding on human flesh; thus, they normally walk in pared with another creepy corpse. Nina stood still, her mouth went dry ans the hair on her head stood up. She was standing on one of the forest's scariest places. There were bones of heads, and disembodied body parts that were strung along the jungle trees by a man who was haunted by the sight of a drowned girl whose body washed up on shore more than half a century ago. The sight of the disembodied bodies were so terrifying enough, at the treetops, she heard the heads whispering to one

I shrug. “People think the place contains psychic traces of ancient people and times. And there’s no end to the ghost stories. From a lady in a white hood who haunts Avebury Manor, to a rock that crosses the road at midnight. Sounds fun but it’s far from it.” I gaze into the kitchen corner then back at the camera. Bringing up ghosts makes me uneasy.

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.