Story About Ghost Novels & Stories

Sarah happily clap her hand, "You are good at guessing, Mister Hugo. Yes, indeed. It was haunted by a young woman. But, the ghost is so beautiful, and he fell in love with her." Hugo's eyes widen, "Is it a romance story? I thought it was horror." Sarah nodded and Hugo feeling nausea, "Well, the ghost tried to kill Jeff, so they can together in the spirit world." "Oh." "Actually, I don't like the original ending. I hope they use the alternative ending." Sarah confessed and then waving at the snack seller who walking in front of the stage. "Which one do you prefer, Mister Hugo? Roasted nut or toffee apple? Don't worry, it's my treat."

"Well, it was just a small event. It was (1:00 AM) In the morning as I was sleeping and suddenly... I heard the sound of an enchanting voice. I was so curious that I wanted to found out what was actually happening at that moment. So I opened my door only to see a ghost coming towards me and for a moment, I had lost control of myself. I couldn't move as my leg wobble on the ground and I didn't know when I fell down. A felt the ground opening in as the person lean towards me only for me to find out that he was a monster. Gosh, I was dying slowly inside of me as I bravely look him in the eyes and just then, my eyes brought out some flames as I shine it on him and he disappear immediately. "That

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

Shadow was still in the midst of creating something. “Because of the warning.” Nathan’s body eased up. It was at the end of the report but he was still alarmed. He couldn’t put his guard down until the end of the report. “Whoever dares to gaze at the Abandoned Estate will be eaten by the Ghost Eater,” Ibrahim concluded. Ghost Eater was the legend who killed the intruder of the estate and cut it into pieces before tossing them to the front gate. They called the executor a Ghost Eater.

“I don’t get it. You said spirits and ghosts. Isn’t a spirit a ghost?” She shook her head. “A spirit is free flowing and intelligent. It knows no boundaries and can come and go at will. A ghost is basically trapped energy. Ghost hunters often refer to them as residual energy. Ghosts often don’t realize that they died. If they do, they aren’t able to understand where to go and what to do, so they cling to the familiar.” “Can I ask you something without you getting upset with me?” I stammered, hesitantly.

Someone seemed to pass behind us. I'd like to tell Ulap to just go home because it's late but still I tend to be with her no matter what. She is my classmate, and a classmate should not just only be considered as classmate. A white lady begin to emerge at my peripheral vision. Why is there something like this here? I told Ulap that someone is coming. I kept remembering those stories here in Grass that there was a female ghost in white that wandered around every night but to see is to believe. Maybe this time, I will see that ghost, face to face. Well, does she want to do a handshake? I can do it with her.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

“Why did you make Steve say it? Where is he now?” “Dead and six feet below where he is supposed to be,” Ghost said. “He betrayed your love for him for two million dollars, love. You can’t trust humans, my love. They are not for us.” “You would never tell me what to do again!” Rhea cried. “I promise you.” “I just wanted to teach you a lesson,” Ghost said. “I wanted to show you how evil humans are. And that promise I made to you about releasing your mother on your sixteenth birthday, forget it.”

Kate never would’ve expected such a twist in her parents’ love story. Personally, even at her young age, she’s already gravitating towards the view that most things in the world should be explainable by science. She hadn’t really believed in faeries till her ma told her about Mathias. In short, seeing is believing. Ghosts are a different matter though because she doesn’t want any ghost to appear in front of her just to prove it exists. She’d die if she ever saw one.

Was this a ghoststring coin? He waved his hand again, and the soul carriage stopped dead in its tracks right there in Ghost City. All the spirits running food stands turned to stare at the soul carriage. A hanged spirit, whose tongue was sticking out, asked the drowned spirit next to him, "How'd this man bite it? I can't believe someone actually had the guts to drive down here." The drowned spirit let out a couple of chuckles, bubbles floating out with each laugh. "That's a soul carriage. Just wait and watch. The Phantom Patrols are about to wreck his day. I wonder who's inside that thing."