Short Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

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. Shit.

I guess we are due for it. Zane and I are heading to a club in the city. It’s a very popular supernatural club, but it’s also a trendy human club. It’s one of the few places where supernaturals and humans can mingle in peace. Zane knows the owner. Apparently, Ghost, yes, his name is fucking Ghost, and no, he isn’t actually a ghost, stupid. Anyway, Ghost is a dark fae who owns the club. He's a sleazy dude who likes slightly crazy women. I’m slightly crazy, so I will be a little flirty, gag. I don’t want to flirt with this loser, and Zane isn’t thrilled either, but if Ghost thinks I’m interested in him, then we have a better chance of getting information or keeping him distracted so Zane can w

she nods no, she leans and whispers "do you believe in ghosts?" The little boy started to shake a little, he stuttered "no-no i-i don't", a smirk appeared on her face "what if I told you all my friends are dead?" The little boy got so scared but he manages to reply "the-en why don't you make new friends, that are alive? " she chuckles "Would you like to be that friend?" the Little boy retorts " What of your dead friend?"

I started the journey, I walked for two hours, and I wasn’t scared as I had my sword, my backpack and myself. I got to the river. I was thinking of sleeping there but then I started hearing voices and it seemed like the cold night river. I have heard about that river and how it can be. It is a place where spirits roam but it is famous for the Tell Tale spirit. The Tell-Tale spirit is a spirit that appears to tell you your future and it is always bad, it rarely comes out though, it has been disregarded as one of those old stories. I turned around to get away from the river and then it became extremely foggy all of a sudden and cold too, fear gripped me immediately and I knew I was in for it.

I couldn't help but think that Ted was probably possessed. My mother had once told me a story about a ghost taking over someone's body. In the countryside a few decades ago, there was a man named Shane Thorsen. He was lazy, greedy, and loved beating his wife. In those days, everyone's sole desire was to work hard so their families had enough to eat. But Shane was the exception.

The forest drank the light. June pushed through veils of thorn and creeper, her booted feet sinking into the soft, rotting loam. The air was thick and cold, carrying the scent of wet earth and something else, something ancient and metallic. The stories called this place the Cursed Wood, a place where hunters did not return. June clutched the haft of her throwing axe, her knuckles white. She was not here for game. She was here for the beast, the shadow that was said to tear livestock and men apart with equal indifference.

I didn’t even have time to curse before the side of my head slammed into the corner of the wall. White pain Then blackness. The mug shattered beside me hot liquid spreading like blood across the wooden floor. Someone screamed Ella maybe. My brain couldn’t hold on long enough to place the sound The sharp ringing in my ears drowned everything. And then I was gone. Black. But not empty. In the dark something stirred. At first, it was like broken glass scattered across a floor shards of images, too quick too bright cutting me as I tried to hold them. A laugh I recognized but couldn’t place. Hands, warm and steady pulling me into safety. A voice whispering my name like it was sacred.

Shaun kicks Lester in the side. "Okay, but I want answers as soon as we find clothes." Jon and Shaun look around and finally find some in a storage room. I'm assuming they dressed people up before the bidding because the clothes are a pair of extremely short jean shorts and a tight crop top. I'll be lucky if my breasts don't pop out of that thing. Shaun has Skye go into the storage area and shut the door. Skye was right; I felt no pain when shifting back to human. I quickly get dressed and walk out. Jon looks at me with wide eyes.

I'd taken countless forms of transport and walked miles, suppressing my fear while passing through a forest to get to him. However, all I'd gotten in return was a local telling me there wasn't any ancient tomb in the vicinity. All there was was a professor by the surname of Gray preparing for a traditional wedding at the old settlement with his lover. The preparations had started half a year ago.