Short Ghost Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

"Everyone has a story, Joan. It's part of the tradition.." I looked at Emily. She smiled encouragingly at me. The room fell silent as they waited for me to begin. I took a deep breath, searching my mind for a story. I remembered a story my mom told me when I was younger. “There was once an old mansion far away from a hidden, forgotten town,” I began “It was said to be haunted by the spirit of a young woman. The woman was a bride who had died on her wedding night.” Sarah and Emily gasped.

“Fine, we’ll let Hellfire tell us a ghost story.” “I don’t know any ghost stories,” I say. “What about you, Siren?” Venom asks her. “Nope.” “Well, then, it’s time the two of you become good at making up stories,” Intrigue says. For the next couple of hours, while Hacker and Sphinx work in the van, the rest of us make up ghost stories. I have to admit, Raptor is really good at making up scary stories and Intrigue is as well. Megan’s aren’t terrible, but Venom’s are, as they said, pretty stupid. I’m not sure mine are any better, but I made up one about the ghost that lives in the river, and it made everyone glance at the river we’re sleeping beside more than once.

Sadly, it wasn't so. As the night fell, the dark clouds covering the sky while I returned to my quarters after running a late errand for Savannah, I heard hushed whispers in the corridor, causing me to freeze in my steps. I noticed a shadow pass near my door. With my heart in my throat, I lifted a nearby lamp and cautiously stepped forward. The figure doesn’t run—it simply stands there, waiting. I was scared out of my wits. What the fuck was this? I had already signed off on this shit, so why the fuck was I still seeing things? Perhaps it was just my imagination. Shutting my eyes tightly, I opened them only to still see the figure standing in the same position. Shakily, I turn open the doork

"Well, it was just a small event. It was (1:00 AM) In the morning as I was sleeping and suddenly... I heard the sound of an enchanting voice. I was so curious that I wanted to found out what was actually happening at that moment. So I opened my door only to see a ghost coming towards me and for a moment, I had lost control of myself. I couldn't move as my leg wobble on the ground and I didn't know when I fell down. A felt the ground opening in as the person lean towards me only for me to find out that he was a monster. Gosh, I was dying slowly inside of me as I bravely look him in the eyes and just then, my eyes brought out some flames as I shine it on him and he disappear immediately. "That

Gwen has lived for two hundred years, and she has already seen these types of shamans and exorcists, she just felt angry looking at couples. "Then go play with them, dirty thing." Marcel saw that Sadie was about to wake up and impatiently stopped paying attention to the so-called fearsome ghost. Gwen's ghost felt that killing these both is better than killing Dolores and Naomi, seeing that it was almost morning, the ghost humphed and disappeared from the room.

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

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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.

The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you. That obsession is precisely what led me to the website. It was past three in the morning. I had just finished a particularly filthy novel where the ancient vampire lord claimed his mortal lover on an altar of black marble while draining her during the height of her orgasm. My body was still buzzing, thighs slick, heart racing, when I stumbled into the darkest corners of the internet — forums so obscure that even seasoned degenerates whispered about them. And there it was. Blood Party – Invitation Only.

It was unnerving. I watched as he whispered something to the woman. She stopped, got off her knees, wiped her mouth, and kissed the man’s cheek, then moved down the row to another bed where a man beckoned her. The guy staring at me then rose, pulled up his white briefs and began walking toward me. “Girl, he is coming this way! Let me go. I see something I like, anyway. Have fun!” “Lisa! No! Don’t go,” I whispered, yelling, but it was too late. She was gone, her attention grabbed by a very sexy guy covered in tattoos and nothing else. As I turned to monitor my cousin, I was nearly face to face with my watcher.