Novel & Cerita Short Ghost Stories For Adults

Any act of kindness out here was worth acknowledging. Soon enough, they started to talk. Stories, some funny, others dark. One spoke of a creature that prowled these woods, an ancient spirit that hunted lonely travellers and fed on their voices. Another swore that he once saw a woman in white walking just beyond the trees, her eyes hollow, her fingers covered in blood. The rider shivered and moved closer to me. But I didn’t move. I only listened, watched, and tried to determine whether these stories were meant to entertain us or warn us.

And I didn’t expect her to fucking torture me with that image. I want to lose myself in her right now, but I also want to see that gleam in her eye when she learns something new. I take a deep breath. I promised myself a real shot with her, so ghost stories it is. But damn, it’s gonna be one hell of a long night. “Can you die from blue balls?” Hendrix mocks. “Ready to explore the supernatural tales of Waterloo?” She asks, biting her lip, her voice filled with excitement. “I’ve grown up around these legends, remember?” I say, still trying to pull myself together.

It was sold and is currently a computer shop. The End...?. ++++++++++ Female Spirit Story #1: Stolen Shots Hi guys, thanks for accepting me. I want to share a story about something that happened to me a long time ago. I was the type of person who didn’t believe in ghosts. I didn’t scare easily either. And I also thought back then that stories about them were all made up or just figments of people's wild imagination. Also, I thought that they were just created to scare others who will listen to them.

“My cousin says she went into his room last night when he was half gone. Came out without a scratch.” Their gazes darted to me. They shut their mouths with audible clicks. “Luna,” the braver one said, cheeks flushing. “Good morning,” I said, trying for mild amusement. “Don’t let me interrupt your ghost stories.” They exchanged a mortified look. “We weren’t—” the second stammered. “It’s all right,” I said. “I would talk about it too, if I were you. Just remember rumors grow teeth when you feed them.”

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.

There I lay down on a branch and let my attack slide away. I'm not sure if i should like the special gift because i still remember one night when i was a couple of years younger a scream. I sneaked out at night because it was hot and i couldn't sleep so i wandered around and i came close to the priestess cabin and i could clearly hear him talking to a new girl who was brought in the day before she became 21 about how now she would receive his birthday gift to her because she baked a woman and than i heard him growling something about being so tight and the girl screamed her lungs out and started crying afterwards. I was so confused because I also heard other girls talking about their gift an

His face was covered with a handkerchief and her arms are crossed under his chest. Mara was about to approach him when she suddenly felt chills down her spine. It's as if something is pushing her back, preventing her to take a step closer. Her lips parted the moment she noticed an unusual aura beside Shane. It took her a minute to realize that the unearthly being is a djinn, doing something to Shane. THE GOTH girl suddenly vanished in the eyes of normal people, and to those who can see the likes of her, they witnessed how she summoned an enormous scythe and charge towards the being beside Shane.

I switch off the lights for extra measure. “So this happened when my mom was 17 years old. One day, she and four of her friends were having a sleepover when they decided to tell ghost stories. So, my mom was narrating a story about a doll that is a medium for dead spirits. People would often call their dead relatives and talk to them. And if you want to call the doll, you have to hold hands and chant, ‘Suzie, please come,’ three times. People named the doll Suzie,” I speed dial, Reed.

he growled against my neck. “I….I love…crazy.” I stammered. “Good.” He backed away from me, and in the dim light walked to a cabinet in the corner, pulling out a cuff and a blindfold. My breath caught as the metal of the cuff glinted faintly. I had watched videos of girls being tied up, blindfolded, and fucked, but I had never actually done anything like it. Lee had always preferred his sex safe and calm. Not dark and dangerous.

she stomps her foot to the floor and her ass bobs under her tight uniform “I don't have a $100” She tells the pizza guy but he's too busy looking at her massive front. “Hello. Excuse me” She clicks her finger at him. I cringe from the terrible acting. This is what I find myself doing in the late night of New Year's Eve. My twenty- eight year old self horny and watching p**n. God, I'm desperately in need of a man. I wish I could get a man as handsome as my stepbrother tonight. But that's not possible— a man cannot magically appear. I will have to go out, and that I can't do right now. So I'll stick to p**n and touch myself until I cum and the feeling fades away.