True Real Ghost Stories の小説・ストーリー

Elaine was extremely solemn as she said, “Let me tell you. Someone was killed by a ghost at the Mount Phoenix Cemetery last night! Even his brain was completely sucked out! It is said that he was bleeding out of his seven orifices when he died, and there was a big hole on the top of his head. As a result, his head turned out to be an empty shell with nothing inside at all!” When Claire heard this, she could not help but have a helpless expression on her face as she said, “Mom, no matter what it is, you’re still a university graduate. You actually believe such rumors? There is no such thing as ghosts in this world! It’s all just a lie.”

She thoughts she has won because she shouted at him and filled his ears with rumours from jobless people who made gossiping their daily routine as if they will get millions of money or awards for each rumour they made. Rumours are true, people will not see a fire without smoke, they will never say what they didn't see or happened, the problem is they will add a huge portion of lies to it; five per cent of truths they saw or happened and ninety-five per cent of lies, big lies. And the strangest and funniest thing about rumours is that people tend to add their own exaggeration; lies as they gossipped or passed to another person, that person will add his/her own exaggeration; lies and passed to

" I think I must go now, I am really tired. I couldn't sleep for the whole night. " " Ok, good night. " Gautam said. " Yeah, good night... " I said and turned to go but I couldn't go inside like that... I have always been scared of horror movies... What if a ghost is waiting for me inside??????

Said a boy as he walked up to Autumn, "hey, can we hurry up with this cause I have somewhere to be. Oh I didn't sign up for this." "You have exactly ten minutes to trap your ghosts inside their belongings and bring them back, do you understand." Their teacher said, Autumn shook her head and yelled. "No, I don't even know what this is." "Don't worry you'll be okay, just copy someone. Ready, set, begin." Everyone was doing something with their Ouija board but Autumn, well she had no idea on how to even use the thing so she kept copying everyone especially Jay, he seemed to know what he was doing but along the line she got the step wrong and cut herself by accident, her eyes grew thin as her ha

Fell asleep smiling. --- The next morning, Will found me on the porch. "Mom? Can I ask you something?" "Anything, baby." "All those stories you used to tell me. About the ghosts and everything. Was that real?" I looked at him. My twelve-year-old boy, old enough now to handle truth. "Yes. It was real." "All of it?" "All of it." He was quiet for a moment. Processing. "So Uncle William really existed? And Lyle? And all that stuff?"

say while crying. "Honey, what are you talking about? It's just a myth. No ghosts just come out of a board. Maybe they disappeared because some bad person kidnapped them. Scare you, but the crime of human trafficking exists. Trust me everything will be fine!" "Mom, you don't know. There is a devil in this house. Rebecca said that eight years ago a family lived in this house and they disappeared overnight. Until now the case was never revealed. Mom, please! Listen to me. We--"

"You're hiding something, and I respect that. I also hope it's murder. I like murder. Keeps things spicy." Noah raised an eyebrow. "You always talk like that?" "Only when I like someone. When I don't, I'm worse." A pause. The radiator groaned. "I sat near the back," Noah offered, as if that explained everything. Emrys nodded. "Where the ghosts sit." Noah tilted his head. "Campus has ghosts," Emrys said matter-of-factly. "Not real ones. Well — maybe. But the other kind. People who show up, hover, vanish. Always a story. Always something weird behind the eyes."

"Hey!" or better yet, the beautiful curls of his soft pink lips as he speaks. I swallow hard as I try to move away from him and shake off my thoughts, but my bad! I forgot that my back was pressed against the automobile. Forget the city's aforementioned exploits and accolades. Did I mention that this city has ghost-related lore as well? Real ghosts, yes. I'm skeptical if that is accurate or not. However, what if it's actually true and one is standing in front of me right now in this terrifying night? They reportedly wander freely at night, I also heard. Why is he the only creature on this deserted road, huh? God, oh God! I didn't flee from my ghost fiance only to run into a bonafide ghost, d

And I didn’t expect her to fucking torture me with that image. I want to lose myself in her right now, but I also want to see that gleam in her eye when she learns something new. I take a deep breath. I promised myself a real shot with her, so ghost stories it is. But damn, it’s gonna be one hell of a long night. “Can you die from blue balls?” Hendrix mocks. “Ready to explore the supernatural tales of Waterloo?” She asks, biting her lip, her voice filled with excitement. “I’ve grown up around these legends, remember?” I say, still trying to pull myself together.

I was a bit surprised at that but I knew he had friends left over from his own Sire days before giving it all up. “Have you ever heard of Ghost?” Milo leaned back in his seat and I wanted to hit that grin off his face. “Ghost is a myth because in reality nobody can be that good, move unseen, unheard and strike so silently that his victims are killed with guards just outside their doors.” Ryder’s tone was low but he clearly didn’t believe that Ghost existed. He had been a hunter too and he used to be one of the best. “There have been enquiries about Ghost. Whoever made them wants to know if Ghost worked for the Unit.” Milo sounded as relaxed as only Milo could.