Short Ghost Stories Scary Novels & Stories

I said "it's okay you guys carry on I will be back after sometime" they agreed i went to library i seen bookshelf is moving how can a bookshelf move is there any ghost here iam scared god if it is really will it kill me I went slowly someone is coming I thought it ghost and screamed "ahhhhhh" someone closed my mouth with their palm and pinned me to bookshelf

“Don’t be afraid.” I forced myself not to laugh and whispered a reminder to him. “That ghost story… was the one I just told.” Kane froze. The awkwardness was impossible to hide on his face, and he slowly placed his hand back on the couch. 【At this moment, a 1.9-meter-tall burly man slowly tucked his feet back under the blanket.】 【I’ve heard this story before, but I’m still scared—what do I do? Wuwu, I don’t dare sleep!】

Nora concluded in a silk undertone. Impressed by her good storytelling skills, the kids applauded her as they glued their vote stickers on the voting pad. However, amongst the other kids, some people weren't impressed—Gina Adams and minions. "Oh, PUURLEES. . . This is the lamest scary story in the history of lame scary stories," Gina jeered loudly, her tone wielding the usual amount of obnoxity.

That’s it, I frown slightly, shifting in my seat. “Why not?” Now he looks at me, a beat, then he says the most scarier thing. “I see ghosts at night.” My stomach drops. “…What?” His face stays completely straight, for a second, I actually believe him. Then, he lets out a soft low laugh. “Relax,” he says. “I’m kidding.” I exhale sharply, narrowing my eyes at him. “That’s not funny.” “It was a little funny.” “It wasn’t.” He leans back slightly in his chair, studying me for a second like he’s memorizing the reaction.

No answer. Carefully, she made her way across the uneven dirt floor, trying to shine the light into the shadows. There was no sign of him anywhere. She peered over into the far corner, thinking maybe she saw something there, or perhaps it was her own shadow. An eerie feeling came over her. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her from behind. A hand over her mouth kept her from shrieking, and she nearly dropped the lantern. “Shhh!” a whispery voice said in her ear. “Ghosts don’t eat apple pie, and they don’t drink brandy.”

Marina tried to look inside, only to see a burned-out house, so she asked the person in front: “Tell me, what's going on in there?” “ Oh, you don't know, Marina's house burned down last night and she probably didn't escape the fire, she must have died...” The man had just finished speaking when he turned to see Marina, he stood dumbfounded for a moment, his face gradually became afraid, then shouted: “ G... Gh... Ghostttttt!!!!” The man's scream caught everyone's attention, and everyone's eyes turned to Marina. Of course everyone was like the other man, their faces gradually became scared, they all backed away into the distance. Right now they just want to stay away from Marina as far as pos

I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, I shook a pillow, and a tiny paper figure floated out. Its face was drawn to resemble Lucas, and his birth details were written on the back! The fortune teller exclaimed, “That’s it! The lock and the paper figure work together, and since you've touched the lock, the effect on you is stronger. Luckily, you found it early.” I broke out in a cold sweat. That same day, I slipped the paper figure under Miles’ pillow and instructed my parents to watch him while he slept.

he smirks I gasp "Oh my God, you didn't-, I swear when we get home I'll-" Blondie exclaims "Who are you freaking talking to!, you're scaring me!" she looks at me with a frightened "Uhmm is it a good time to tell you I see a ghost?" I shrug She gives me a confused look

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

My magic hovered at my fingertips, ready to stop time at a moments— “Boo.” A scream ripped itself from me, cracking off the treetops. Damon and Ghost stepped from the shadows like two creeping grim reapers. Damon’s brows vanished into his hair, which hung over his forehead in sweat-damp waves, while Ghost grinned like a cat that got the cream. “Sorry,” he held his hands up. “I couldn’t resist.” “Fuck you.” I panted, then spun around only to find myself half a centimeter away from a distorted shadowy face. “AGH!”