This Is Not A Ghost Story Novels & Stories

"But. . . but. . ." "Seriously, there's no such thing as ghosts, or witches, or witch hunters," Gina raged, reaching her limits of patience. "Those are just make-believe scary stories. Lame ones for that matter and if you're so scared by a story told by a sick, dumb girl then you don't deserve to be in the vampire team." "Okay, sheesh! There's no need to get all snappy," Katie said, stepping forward before she turned to the others. "Come on, guys. Let's get this done with."

she went back to the gap looked at the stars as she talked to herself. she wished her life was perfect like what the neighbors thought of it. she went down on her knees and pleaded before going to bed. Baraka, the boy living subsequent house to mercy, was at the dining table by himself, his parents were out on a business trip as usual. after he’s done with his meal, he went to bed, took his phone and called mercy to say goodnight. ‘‘I can bill the gloom in your speech even from the phone, so what’s going on with you?’’ baraka commanded

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

Meagan said sarcastically, her arms crossed against her chest. “It’s only dressed as a haunted house at Halloween,” Christian clarified. “Oh, good,” Meagan sighed. “But it’s one of the most haunted places in the world,” he continued. “Oh, crap,” Meagan said, returning to her former disposition. “You hunt Vampire’s for a living, Meag,” Aurora reminded her. “How can you possibly be scared of ghosts?” “That’s different. I’m not a Ghost Hunter!” “No, but if you were you’d have a heck of a show on A&E,” Elliott chimed in.

“Yeah, I guess. I just thought we could use the ghost hunters as advertising.” “I have to go look. But no, it’s cute they think we are worthy of this. Because we don’t have a typical haunting.” “Well, we’ll see I mean people see them and hear them sometimes.” “But we rarely have doors opening or closing, nor do our guests get scratched, and we definitely have guests screaming in fear.” That’s when noises from the lobby hit them. Someone wasn’t happy. “I think we may have said something too soon.”

"Once upon a time, this forest was inhabited by an old man who always carried an ax. Because he was old, his eyesight and hearing were disturbed. One day, there was a woman who bathed in the river. The man thought that the woman was a fox demon disguised as a woman. He swung the ship around the woman's neck and plaaakkk ....! he cut her head off!" They fell silent, feeling a cold wind blowing at the base of their necks. Although most of them said they were not afraid of the stories Nicholas told. But there was still a strange atmosphere they could feel. "Do ... do ghosts really exist?" asked Alexei who only heard the story, his face already white. "The ghost doesn't exist!" the rational Matt

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

All the pieces finally came together, forming a complete, devastating picture. Adeline rose to her feet, unsteady, her face pale and hollow. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Guilt and shame consumed her from the inside out. Everything around her now screamed the same truth: her hatred, her revenge—it had all been a farce. "So don't ever bother Samuel again, Adeline." Those few words drained whatever color remained in Adeline's face. She stood there for a long moment, then turned and walked away.

Their hands are almost touching. A shiver ran down my spine. Some ghosts don’t need to haunt you. They just wait until you find them again. And tonight, I had.

"Giacomo... why?" Barely a breath. Giacomo didn't answer. He ripped the knife out. Blood sprayed everywhere. Across his white shirt. A grotesque bloom. He turned to me. Whatever warmth he had was gone. This was something else. Mean. Empty. He walked toward me. Slow. Deliberate. "Why are you here?" Cold voice. His hand snapped around my throat. Air gone. My head forced back. I didn't recognize his eyes. They were flat. Distant. Like I was nothing.