True Real Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

"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

Should she tell them that she was the crying ghost from last night? “Do you think this hotel is haunted?” Paige asked softly. Sierra said, “Haunted?” Could it be? Paige said, “Yeah, like a ghost. I heard a woman crying last night, and ghosts usually lure people by crying.” Sierra and Randall were silenced again, not knowing how to react to the news. In the end, Sierra decided to tell the truth. “It was me crying last night.” “Huh?” Paige looked at her sister in shock. It turned out it was Sierra crying last night.

I shook violently as I pleaded for him to stay away. This was definitely a mistake, how could I have been so stupid to follow a stranger I barely knew into the woods, a demon? “This must be another nightmare, yes it must be, you can't be real, you are only in my nightmares,” I repeated continuously but I knew deep down that this was real. His hands were up above his hands showing he was unarmed but that didn't ease my fears a bit. I covered my ears with my hands, “Demons are not real, demons are not real, get away from me!”

She just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. Travis Blake suddenly stopped, but he didn’t put her down. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he said, “Are you afraid of watching horror movies? What about ghost stories? Imagine countless hands reaching out from the cemetery graves in the middle of the night. They grab your feet, and behind the tombstones lie the ghosts of the dead.” Hailey looked at Travis Blake, horrified. With such a blank face, this man was talking to her about horror movies and ghost stories in a cemetery!

Miranda replied. "Is that so?" The ghost questioned. Miranda nodded and then she said, "they're not real. Just fairy tales, and a good character to use to win money off teenaged girls. I mean do you know how much money was made because of Edward Cullen?" The ghost nodded and released a dry, sarcastic chuckle. "You're talking to a ghost. Would you say I'm not real?" The ghost pointed to her chest. "Well, I- I mean-" "Save it." The ghost expressed with a raise of her palm.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, the sensor-activated lights in the corridor toggled on and off without reason, which made her feel rather nervous. In the past when they were living in the dormitory, Hazel always told ghost stories of Northtide College. The one that went around the most often was… the one about the ghost of the female teacher clothed in red who would show up at midnight inside the office building. It went as far back as twenty years ago. Back then, she had always thought of it as nothing more than a joke, but now... while she was in the middle of the corridor at midnight… Suddenly, she could hear Hazel’s ghostly whisper when she was telling the story. It replayed like a

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.

DRACULA" which of course was my father's name "This name belongs to my father, I guess its his story" I said, the show was about to begin so we quickly rushed to purchase tickets for the movie When the show started, I began to flashback about my home town, the scenes were based on what had really happen in Transylvania, but the actors and geographical areas, were way nothing like that