Skeleton Creek Ghost Novels & Stories

They are killing everything around me. I clenched my golden fist. "I am the Statue in the desert," I realized. "And they are making sure there is nothing left to look at." THE OFFER (The Deep) Damian watched the red dust drift up the shaft. "You're starving them," Damian said to the Skeleton. "I am pickling them," the Skeleton corrected. "Dry meat lasts longer." The Skeleton looked at Damian. "Your son is strong. He filtered the pool. But can he filter the rain? The wind? The

Neal couldn't help it; he squirmed under her scrutiny, worried she was about to attack him and make a bigger scene in Gracie's Diner. No one knew why Alanna Bradbury found her way to Bull Creek. She appeared one day, surly and easily agitated, keeping mainly to herself. She had few friends and was usually found in a corner at Everglades, a paranormal bar in Holopaw, which was the next town over to the west. Neal tried approaching her once to uncover her mysterious tale, but she merely told him to fuck off and walked away. They stayed clear of each other ever since. Until now.

Ben replied, confused. After a few minutes' walk, we stopped at an open area and entered, closing the gates behind us. The place was quiet, we could hear the trickling water of a small creek, but no birds could be heard chirping or rustling. We turned to the left, where we found the main entrance to the Little Rock swamp, and at the other side, the stranger was nowhere to be found. We all gasped, but we just had to continue. This open area was set in an area of tall grass and shrubs, surrounded by red concrete walls.

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

And every ghost Hot Springs ever buried standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the living. I raise my right hand. The first Vinča symbol still hasn’t appeared on my skin, but tonight I don’t need it. Tonight I have something better. I have people. Celeste (voice calm, carrying across the ridge): “You want my face?” I smile, fangs out, bloodstone blazing like a second moon. Celeste: “Come take it.” The Hollow Choir charges. The valley answers. Coyotes in full war-form tear into the front line. Ghost tommy guns sing in perfect 1920s harmony.

“Let’s take it out.” The second I lifted the skeleton from the box, a scream echoed across the graveyard. I jerked up and my head snapped to Allen, but the scream didnt come from him. It came from the corrupted creature on the ground next to us. I had forgotten it was even there because of how quiet it had been. But now, it was shaking violently near the treeline. It thrashed on the ground, limbs twitching like they were trying to tear themselves free, and smoke curled off its blackened skin.

It took him a lot of effort to get up from the ground. Seeing Caspian recklessly walking toward him, as if he was going to trample a worm to death, the doubt and fear in the skeleton's heart instantly turned into monstrous anger. "What the hell ghost are you?" The skeleton's mouth tilted as he roared out. Caspian stopped and seemed to think about it. "You're right. I really am a ghost." The skeleton was speechless. Seeing that Caspian was getting closer and closer, the skeleton suddenly began to tremble wildly, making crackling sounds. No one knew whether he was scared or angry.

Natpok didn't notice that the stupid-looking skeleton ghost had touched him, he immediately fainted due to the separation of his soul, which was quickly eaten by the ravenous skeleton ghost. "Boss Natpok!" A disciple shouted, who was carrying King Cedric's stolen items. He wanted to help his leader but he couldn't. He ran away almost tripping because he was so scared. He left the items he stole and he disappeared completely. Several thousand followers of the Mok-Ong Gang almost perished because the skeleton ghosts enjoyed eating their soul. Others were lucky enough to run and eventually escape.

The mountains surrounding Sterling Creek loomed tall and jagged, their silhouettes carved into the grey sky like the bones of some forgotten beast. Emma stood at the edge of the balcony, arms folded against the creeping chill of morning. Below her, the forest remained eerily still—an unnatural quiet that had settled over the land ever since Alexander’s ghost vanished in a hiss of ash and dying light. She didn’t want to admit it, but the memory of his final words lingered in her mind like smoke: The Bone Mirror. The Bleeding Moon. The doorway.

Skylar shivered, thinking back to how the voices echoed forcefully in her head. "Those are lost souls" She answered but continued when Skylar raised an eyebrow. "Ghost has no purpose but to haunt while lost souls are struck between the dead and the living, their bodies are either dead or alive while their spirit goes around, searching for their bodies, they feel tormented till they do so" She explained, looking around. "So, I still do not wish to encounter anything dead, I suggest we start moving if we do not want to be among them" "We are to walk to the deepest part of the forest, call for her and she will come to us" Skylar nodded and started moving, with Shailyn holding onto her arm like