Write Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

"Belle is dead, but you're the one who's guilty. You fell for her, didn't you? You didn't even realize it, but you loved her." I listened to their exchange, and it all seemed like some sick joke. Grayson loving me? That was the most absurd thing I had ever heard. Grayson locked Alice and kept her starved for three days, only giving her water to keep her alive. I found the whole thing too ridiculous. Late regrets and empty affection were worth less than dirt. While I was still alive, he treated me like garbage, and now, dead as I was, it felt like this charade was put on for the benefit of ghosts.

Well, we're not going on the war without a weapon, aren't we? "Hmm, who might be? I don't recall we're having a guest in the middle of the night," I mumble to myself. "Wait a minute," I halt and think about my phrase, "What if that's not a human? What if this mansion has been hiding some ghost stories and Grayson didn't mention that since I can't handle seeing ghost?" Suddenly the thunderstorm echoed, enough to startled me but not enough to made me scream. But it also enough to give me heart attack and die.

Have you ever seen a ghost? I have. They are warped by the most gruesome magic. If something as beautiful and pure such as a soul had a dark side it would be a ghost. A twisted reality. Ghosts were always hungry, hunting for life's energy. They are never satisfied. They just want more and more until there is nothing left. I was afraid of ghosts because on my 9th birthday, my father dearest set a family of them on me. They loomed at the foot of my bed, hid underneath it, and floated above me. They never fed, they just watched. They gave me nightmares.

No answer. Carefully, she made her way across the uneven dirt floor, trying to shine the light into the shadows. There was no sign of him anywhere. She peered over into the far corner, thinking maybe she saw something there, or perhaps it was her own shadow. An eerie feeling came over her. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her from behind. A hand over her mouth kept her from shrieking, and she nearly dropped the lantern. “Shhh!” a whispery voice said in her ear. “Ghosts don’t eat apple pie, and they don’t drink brandy.”

Ghost who used innocent people like trash are stinky body ghost, shedding skin ghost and spineless ghost, Humbart was possessed by spineless ghost, spineless ghost are one that usually who forces people to do all evil thing in return of food because of which their spine is broken and they cannot walk on two feets, this ghost eat anything to everything that is in their path also aura of spineless ghost is so strong that eventually even surrounding of him starts decaying, this justify this deserted land and no living in this area. Ghost who used themselves for gaining wealth include needle tongue ghost, bloody feet, light eye ghost and garbage ghost, this ghost are usually who used their own b

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.

Because of all the ghost stories she had heard in her life, the ghost always called someone to come to them. Exactly as Fuschia had said just now. “Mi-milady, is that for real? There is such a sound? I didn't hear it tho,” Laura turned to the knight with a questioning look. "I'm sorry lady, but I didn't hear it either." said the knight, still with a worried expression on his face. Laura had already guessed that she would have trouble sleeping for the next few months if tonight she also met the ghost above met the creepy monster! The hairs on her neck stood up. Adding to the fear that bit her skin.

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.

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

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.