Novel & Cerita Short Creepy Ghost Stories

No answer. Carefully, she made her way across the uneven dirt floor, trying to shine the light into the shadows. There was no sign of him anywhere. She peered over into the far corner, thinking maybe she saw something there, or perhaps it was her own shadow. An eerie feeling came over her. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her from behind. A hand over her mouth kept her from shrieking, and she nearly dropped the lantern. “Shhh!” a whispery voice said in her ear. “Ghosts don’t eat apple pie, and they don’t drink brandy.”

Jenny, stared at him and said, “Any scientific mind rejects the idea of supernatural. I suggest you do too” “Then why is there a night curfew imposed?” Brojen asked. “Raise your hand before speaking in my class, Brojen. The curfew is imposed for your own good.” “If there are no ghost’s then why is the curfew…” Ms. Jenny interjected impatiently, “Ghosts are nothing more than a figment of imagination. Its history that makes us see ghosts. You see when humans were still jungle dwellers, their instincts were heightened to survive against monstrous predators. An odd smell, a sudden movement, a flickering light, everything frightened him. And he fled to safety. We still have this trait even after

Confused by her presence, Not knowing what to do Pepper Rei could sense That something was not quite right And she fought the urge To take flight From this pale, blond, tiny thing So she hurried a step away And before she could track Her way back To the first floor, Well! She was on Eight, With a suddenness, She saw a looming figure fade. Zombie Ghosts? Now, with an urgency to save her life She screamed at the top of her lungs Waking all the after-lives Behold! They screamed with her To start the fright In Missy who couldn't stop sobbing Her eyes teary and her nose Red. Pepper Rei felt the dread Creeping up her back, When she saw Hundreds and Thousands of shapes, Reaching her tacke

Warning: This chapter contains scenes that might be upsetting for some readers. Read at your own risk. It's eight p.m. Everything is dark, the moon is at its peak, and there are no signs of humans in the streets. Near the streets, there's a small, rugged creepy house. It's far from town, so people don't usually notice this house. It is surrounded by enormous pine trees, grassy lands, and black ravens. Some people believe that ghosts live in that house because the people who tried to enter that house died.

Others grimaced, the way you do when you see someone else get kicked in the balls. I’m not the most observant of people, but I know when to take a hint. “What the fuck is through there?” I demanded to know. No one answered. “The remains of the Ancestors,” said Nicopez in the most spooky voice ever. He even got some reverb on it, somehow. “Really? Ghosts, that’s what you’re all freaked out about? What type is it? The sheet that floats, or the teenage girl? Or maybe the skeleton that plays its bones like a xylophone?” No response. “Come on, you must have seen them.”

“You mean the hauntings?” Seraphina leaned in, curious. “I think I heard a little about that. What exactly is going on?” I nodded and took another sip of juice. “Some of the servants say they see ghostly figures floating around the estate at night. Pale shapes moving through the gardens or near the windows. A few have even heard soft whispers when no one is there. Everyone is quite scared and shocked by it.” Zoe shivered a little even though the day was warm. “Do you think ghosts are real? I have never seen one, but my mother used to tell stories about spirits that could not rest.”

“I’m sorry, Liam. I don’t know how to sense them because I’ve never seen a ghoul before.” “Damn it,” Liam mutters under his breath, tightening his grip on my shoulder. “We need to get out of here. Fast.” Before I can even process what Liam is saying, the ghouls appear out of nowhere. Their ghostly figures seem to appear and disappear almost like a mirage, and their shrieking fills the air. Fear takes over me, especially when I hear a voice inside of my head say, ‘Purple-eyed wolf. I want to feast on your blood and take your powers!’

I supposed I couldn’t judge if I was still so freaked out by the fortune teller. “Tell me about it,” the barista agreed. “But what else could they say? No one’s been able to catch the ghosts on camera or anything.” She paused then, pursing her lips a bit as she peered out the window. “If you ask me, Moonshine Manor has something to do with it. That place has… bad energy.” I frowned, opening my mouth to speak, but then shut it again when Chris touched my wrist. More rumors, I figured; it was just a house.

“About the swamp being haunted?” I nod. Even though we hadn’t grown up together, I’m pretty sure that we both had gotten the same tired ghost stories passed around in the hallways about such places around our hometowns. “I know this sounds crazy, but what if the stories are true?” Her tone is fervent, and her eyes shine with a hot certainty. “Not the witches and stuff. But there is something there, and I think…” She draws in a deep, steadying breath. “I think it’s a demon.”

Halloween always brought out the weirdos, but I didn’t expect to be one of them, out here alone in the middle of nowhere, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. My boots crunched on the gravel path, the barn looming ahead, its weathered wood silhouetted against the crimson sky. The rumors called it haunted, a place where people vanished on Halloween night, but I figured it was just small-town nonsense. Still, my heart pounded, a mix of adrenaline and unease. The wind rustled the corn, whispering like it was alive, and I swore I heard something—a low growl, deep and primal, cutting through the night. I froze, camera dangling, my breath visible in the chilly air. The growl came