Telling Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

Even then, she was the one that knew what everyone in town was doing and what were the real scandals everywhere. “Oh, this cute guy came in asking questions. I think he’s staying here. It seems they are going around finding out many of the historical stories and legends. They are looking for eyewitnesses of the ghost and where does the ghost appears. Can you believe it? Ghost hunters here poking around, finding out about our past as a town. I can’t wait to find out what juicy stories about the founding fathers of this town are about.” Jody smiled wryly and just shook her head. “You, girl, are a pending old gossip and busybody. It’s going to get you in so much trouble one day.”

[Belladonna's Point of View] People say that November is when spirits come back to the world to meet their loved ones. I don't believe in ghosts. If there were any, I guess mom and aunt Melinda would haunt me right at this very moment. To be honest, ghosts aren't scary at all. Humans are a lot scarier, living life like dead people. I'm looking for an outfit to wear because Jameson asked me to a Halloween party tonight. I guess we'll go trick or treating to different homes just like what chocolate-faced kids do.

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."

"There's no way I was the only one seeing ghosts!" Tang and Sawyer, who'd clearly been eavesdropping, finally spoke up. "Ghosts?" Sawyer asked, his voice low and serious. "What ghosts?" Tang, who had been leaning against the wall like nothing could bother him, suddenly perked up. "Wait. Ghosts? Are we talking European phantoms? Japanese yūrei? Or like, vengeful brides in white?" His eyes lit up like he'd just found a whole new season of his favorite horror show.

Lydia's tone dropped almost to a whisper, Eden almost had to strain her ears to catch exactly what she was saying, fear caressing her words "It isn't just mountaineering accidents and bumps and broken bones like a usual hiking trail. There are... stories. People have been vanishing, without a trace for years in that place. Only a few have come back, and they're, well they're different, not the same people they were when they went.. The things people have said they've experienced there, Shadows of people hiding behind the trees, watching them.... Voices calling to them in the night and footsteps around their campsite. It's not a place you should be, certainly not alone" Eden almost snorted, s

He never told me what had happened when he spent the night; just that he would never set foot in that building again. I questioned him about what he had seen and experienced but he only gave vague explanations and mutterings. My disbelief of ghosts and haunted houses seemed reasonable to me since he wouldn’t offer any details of what had happened. It seemed that every time we got together after that, our conversations always seemed to gravitate back to that night. You couldn’t enjoy a meal or a few beers without his mumblings and warnings always popping up; just like the mysterious ghosts. I’d end up asking him to tell me what happened and we’d end up arguing because he wouldn’t give the det

“I’ll go first. Prove to you that if I can do it—and that six-year-old over there—then you can do it.” “That kid is at least twelve.” She releases me and falls back into the water, floating on her back. “And yes, let’s try this. But if I die, I’m haunting you for the rest of your life.” “I don’t believe in ghosts.” “Oh, you will once my angry spirit starts breaking all the top-shelf bottles of booze at the bar. But I’ll start out way more subtle than that. Dex will wake up at night, staring at the wall growling. You’ll start to wonder, getting just a little freaked out. Then things will go missing. Doors will shut on their own, along with flickering lights.”

Never have I had the courage to enter inside the building, not with the many creepy and scary tales I have heard about this place. When I was a child there was a popular tale that was going on about this house. People say the house is haunted by ghosts_ actually the ghosts are the owners of the building as I was told. A family of ghosts living inside the mansion scaring and eating people's brains, especially little kids that make the mistake of setting foot into the building. Hearing the story now it seems kinda pathetic and not practical. How can ghosts eat people's brains?? They are ghosts, they are literally matterless. What am I even saying. Ghost ain't even real but still it's kinda sca

"Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted. "Do you believe that creatures such as vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and witches exist and walk among us? Growing up, my late grandmother would share stories about how Ashgrove was once a den of supernatural activity. If you've lived in this town for a while, you've likely heard similar tales. But do you

When Thomas asked to speak with her mother, she became very quiet and whispered that he couldn’t because she was already dead. He was taken back by that answer as she watched a single tear ran down her face. The girl swiped at the tear as she spoke about demons and ghosts in hopes of convincing him. She made herself comfortable and began the story of how demons could possess normal everyday people. Which could be the cause of murders and the sadistic torture of people.