Short Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

“A ghost won’t wear heels. They’re dead.” “Are you one of those people who doesn’t believe in ghost? You know, I can feel a strong presence of ghost in this castle.” “No, I do,” Shawn answered simply. “I’ve seen it.” The magician raised his eyebrows and twirled his finger while his eyes staring at Shawn’s twisted ankle.

Patty groaned with visible frustrations on her face. " Let's just tell some horror stories." My eyes lightened up as I hear horror stories. I love horror stories too. Sheena usually tells me something about horrors. At first, I'll cover my ears and pretend I didn't hear anything from her but sooner it wonders me and catch my interest. I sometimes read one-shot horror stories.

There was a scraping noise and Jyotsna said, “It’s like something heavy is being dragged” They looked at each other. Jyotsna couldn’t throw away the thoughts about vampires. She remembered Anwar saying to her about “bhulo’s” – ghost of lost travellers luring other travellers to their certain doom. Suddenly a pair of bright golden orbs came to life in the distance. They were floating two feet above the ground and swaying slightly. She was rooted to the spot, unable to move. Her lips trembled and the hairs on her spine rose up. A terrible thought came in her mind. What if they were lured by a bhulo? A swift wind ruffled her hairs and she started to cry, bawling at the top of her lungs.

I am fine with that . I gulp . I am pretty sure I locked the door though . ' Just do it . Turn around . Don't be scared . Ghosts aren't real ' I turn around in an instant , almost getting a whiplash and look behind . There was ... Nothing there. I sigh with relief . I must have imagined it . They say that stress and sleep deprivation can affect the brain in many ways that scientists are just beginning to understand . It must be some sort of hallucination . I should get some sleep .

He decided to wait for them till they returned. Cold breeze danced about in the car making goosebumps fill his body, he began to shiver in fear and his breathing was unusually fast. He felt a hand touch his back, his eyes widened and he froze then he turned around to see who touched him but he saw no One. He was nervous, he knew the car wasn't safe anymore, he knew he had to step out of the car. He was still contemplating whether to leave now or not when the car opened and a ghost appeared at him then disappeared almost immediately. He screamed, the sight was too terrifying to see, the ghost then stretched it's skeleton hands forward to get him but it's hands didn't reach him. Mr Wellspring

"You may not believe it, but I met a few people who forbade me to come here, especially tonight." "The Day of the Ember Ghost," Dante said. "I'm glad they still talk about that. It's one of my favorite stories, actually. The day when the ember ghost emerges from his hell hole to find his next victim. Or was it the day of bad luck when no fisherman is allowed to go out to sea." Dante laughed. "Some of the locals looked pretty scared when they tried to prevent me from coming here. They really believed in their superstitions," said Jon.

he muttered. “I... I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammered. Willa watched him smile faintly, the corner of his mouth twitching as his head tilted to the side. Her gaze followed his, and by the corner, other ghosts stood whispering to one another. “What are they?” The handsome stranger’s face inched dangerously close, catching Willa off guard. Her fingers tightened around the hem of her dress, and her pupils danced. “Writers always end up meeting the skeletons in their cupboards here,” he whispered, his breath fanning her like a new fragrance from her favorite vendor. “Let’s see how long you hold the truth,” he added.

"Don't tell ghost stories in broad daylight!" Zhiluan somersaulted twice on the ground before taking flight again. "I'm not telling you stories! If you look into the mirror and see a long-haired female ghost in red on your back, that means the ghost has caught hold of your life. She's there to make you her scapegoat..." Following Zhiluan's incessant and horrifying storytelling, Qingyu covered her ears. Liu Feiyan stomped her foot and huffed in anger. "Xiao Chen! Aren't you going to control your cat? This place is scary enough without him telling us all these stories!"