Short Ghost Stories Scary Novels & Stories

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

my voice came out as a roar, enough to slice through the curling pheromone and send jolts of shock through the soldiers’ body. They jerked, slowly catching on to what they were doing. They simultaneously turned and saw me, before they sprung to their feet, fear registering on their faces. “Who gave you the permission to touch her?” I asked, and took a step forward. They all bowed their heads, shaking violently. The scent hit me again, stronger this time, as if targeting me alone. If this continued, I didn't know how long till I succumbed. I needed to get her to the witch doctor.

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.

I asked again and smiled when she shook her head. “Good girl. So you will strip and sit on that couch while you fuck yourself in front of me. No sounds, understood?” “B-but what if I slip out a sound by accident? And what if they see me—” “The projector captures only this far.” I gestured from my desk to the window. “So you're safe. And if you slip out a sound by accident, that means more punishment because you'll be letting others hear what was meant to be just mine.”

Chapter 735 Tina was so scared that her legs were weak! ‘What did I do that caused me to see a ghost!’ She wanted to run away, but the pain in her ankle warned her that she might hurt her leg again that had just been cured if she ran. Tina broke out in cold sweat and stared at the dark shadow. ‘It's not really a ghost, right?’ Just then, the shadow suddenly came towards her. Tina gasped and prayed, ‘Don't come over! Don't come over!’

"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.

A scream tore through Lilith's lips, and she crawled away from the grave in sheer terror, panting heavily. As fear consumed her, Lilith felt a presence behind her. Slowly, she turned around, trembling with trepidation. To her astonishment, the dead girl stood there, her sad expression unchanged. They locked eyes, but the dead girl remained silent, her ghostly presence sending shivers down Lilith's spine. Overwhelmed by the sight of the apparition, Lilith rose to her feet and scrambled out of the woods, screaming in fear with each step.

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.

“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.”