Short Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Liam stood watching the street through the upstairs front window. The people coming and going, even in the chilly weather, astounded him. Their methods of transportation too made him marvel. The spirit hunters just stopped outside of the inn with all their things and jovial chaos happened for most of the time. It wasn’t until one of Shorty McGee’s descendants stormed up to the man named Eric and demanded he take back the ghost of Shorty. Shorty was a man that worked a claim close to Liam’s, but he’d never made a successful go of panning for gold. Liam always put it down to Shorty’s perchance of having a tipple every time he breathed. He’d died drunk one night because he was too plastered to

Elaine was extremely solemn as she said, “Let me tell you. Someone was killed by a ghost at the Mount Phoenix Cemetery last night! Even his brain was completely sucked out! It is said that he was bleeding out of his seven orifices when he died, and there was a big hole on the top of his head. As a result, his head turned out to be an empty shell with nothing inside at all!” When Claire heard this, she could not help but have a helpless expression on her face as she said, “Mom, no matter what it is, you’re still a university graduate. You actually believe such rumors? There is no such thing as ghosts in this world! It’s all just a lie.”

He tightened his grip on her hand and asked, "A ghost story?" Jessica bent her eyes, didn't respond, and continued speaking. Just as she was talking about a scary place, suddenly, "whoosh," a black shadow flew past her eyes, and she was startled.

Slowly… slowly… Until it stood right above her head. Anusha froze with fear. She turned her head slightly— There was no one in the room. But on the wall… the shadow stood. And then— The shadow’s head moved close to her ear and whispered— “I have come…” Her eyes widened. The next second, the lamp went out. The room plunged into darkness. And someone grabbed her shoulder— Cold… icy… not human at all. Anusha screamed and fainted. When she woke up in the morning, the guest house was normal.

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.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

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

Jade stayed in Ohio with her grandfather, Johnathan and his brother, Garwin. She was nineteen years old and came visiting for the holidays for the first time in years. The small town, Haborsville was rumoured to be invaded by night creatures that were responsible for the death of atleast three people on a daily basis. But Jade visited still. She only believed it was mere superstition and the only thing killing people were either plagues from poor hygiene, an unknown disease or people themselves like thieves.

I was so engrossed that I didn't notice my annoying stepbrothers walking into my room. Not until someone tickled my side. "Jesus, what the fuck!" I practically launched off the bed. Ripping out my earbuds, I spun around to find all three of them standing in front of me. Towering over me. Like I was some sort of sacrificial lamb. "What's going on?" I asked, eyeing each of them suspiciously. "Let's play a game," Hans said, folding his arms across his chest. "What kind of game?" "Hide and seek."