Skeleton Creek Ghost Novels & Stories

“You distract. I stick it.” Five seconds later, I was under the bumper, cold gravel biting my palms. I planted it fast, right above the axle. By the time Ghost left, we were already tailing. We followed him out of town. Through winding roads, hills. Dirt paths. Deeper and deeper into the forest until we hit a clearing. Then we saw it. A cabin. Tucked into the mountains like it grew there. Scarface whistled. “Home sweet death trap.” Ghost parked out front..

The system announced, "The game rules are now active, and players may not withdraw. All 100 players have been deployed. "Welcome to the 'Ghost Cruise'. Remember: you are all stowaways, so good luck staying alive." A flash of white light burst out, and we were all transported onto a cruise ship floating on the open sea. The system gave each of us a card that we could use to make purchases anywhere on the ship. However, it only had 50 dollars loaded on it. My interface displayed three stats: hunger, thirst, and energy, and all three were currently in order. Once any of them hit zero, the player would be eliminated immediately.

A deathly silence filled the room. Whitley’s face paled, shifting from flushed red to a deathly ashen white. She pointed a trembling finger at the candlestick holder. “It... it...” She stammered for a long time and was unable to form a complete sentence. Then, she let out a blood-curdling scream, turned, and ran outside. She scrambled away frantically without looking back. I watched her panicked retreat, then looked again at the candlestick holder on the table, and sighed.

They moved like ghosts toward the blighted plain. The air became thick and smelled sour. The ground was soft and full of dead things. The tower looked like a skeletal finger scratching the sky. They could see many figures moving at its base. Then they saw the bone yard. It was a wasteland of white bone. Great ribs stuck out of the earth like a ruined church. The dragon’s skeleton had been broken apart for pieces. In the center, a few large bones remained, including a massive leg bone and part of a skull. This was where Silas gathered his power.

I point at something in the trees and grab his hand, pulling him with me. The moonlight shines through the branches, and I see what it is. A skeleton. I feel like I'm going to throw up. It's the skeleton of a goat, the bones bleached white from the sun. I press a hand against my pounding chest. "I thought that was a person." Alec doesn't answer. His head is cocked, and he's listening. Suddenly, it feels like my breathing is too loud. I want to shrink down to the size of an ant so that whoever—whatever—is out there doesn't see me.

Weapons emerged from the pool of blood, and finally, the skeletons wobbled before Chase, numbering more than a dozen. Chase leaped onto one of the skeletons' shoulders. The skeleton crumbled to dust under his weight. With a wave of his sleeve, a gust of energy swept over the skeletons, reducing them all to ash. Chase turned his gaze back to the woman behind the tent. She was now giggling silently while covering her mouth. Smiling, he wondered aloud, "Are there any real monsters or ghosts around here?" The woman's movements were stiff as she slowly raised an arm and pointed to herself.

Not even close. X’s mouth twitched at the corner, the kind of smile that never quite reached his eyes. “You could say we’re like the Ghostbusters, something like that. In fact, we're honored to be called when 'something strange is in the neighborhood'.” Then X looked at me. “Carl, this reminds me of that job offer I made to you in St. Louis when we first met. Skinwalker lore is a specialty of yours. Looks like you're about to see a real one up close.” X turned again to Pastor Brooks. “ You see, Pastor, we deal with things that go bump in the night on a whole different level.”

They simply needed to fly past the mountains ahead to finally enter Eastplain. All of a sudden, a mocking jeer was heard. "My, how bold of you to show up here!" A dense black mist rose from the mountains, and within it was a massive white skeleton that resembled a demonic entity rising from the depths of hell. The skeleton exuded a terrifying aura, while its body was shrouded in a greenish glow. Its eye sockets bore faint flickers of greenish flames, and surrounding it were ghostly apparitions. More astonishingly, the skeleton possessed the strength of a half-immortal.

I crossed the room toward the skeleton. Something crunched under my foot. I looked down and cringed when I saw Nina’s phone on the floor, its screen cracked now. “Shit…” I whispered, stooping to pick it up. I’d have to replace that. When I looked up from the broken phone, the skeleton was starting to twitch again. I stormed over to it and grabbed it off the stand, pinning it down to one of the tables by its neck. “Who sent you, and why?” I growled, to which the bewitched skeleton only chuckled.

Love this deep leaves no place to retreat. But I would not trade it. Back at Blackwater, Carly meets us at the gate. She moves like a blade now. Precise. Alert. Harder than she used to be. Head enforcer suits her. She still wakes from nightmares some nights, dreams filled with silver eyes and voices that do not belong to the bodies speaking them. Subject Zero haunts her sleep more than she admits. But when the pack needs protection, Carly stands first. “You are late,” she says, folding her arms.