Ghost-story Stories

Lock the Shop Tonight After the death of his mother-in-law, Eleanor, Michael returns to the family farm to settle affairs and help preserve the legacy she left behind. What he doesn't expect are the messages. Eleanor spent her life filling notebooks with grocery lists, dreams, weather observations, and warnings she couldn't explain. Born in 1941, she wrote everything down. Every thought. Every feeling. Every strange sense that something wasn't right. Days after her funeral, new messages begin appearing among her notebooks. Lock the shop tonight. At first, Michael dismisses them as grief and coincidence. Then the warnings start coming true. A broken window. An unlocked door. Footprints in the darkness. A stranger asking questions. As he digs deeper into Eleanor's journals, Michael discovers she may have documented decades of impossible predictions-and someone else knows it. Now, hidden within the notebooks may be a secret worth killing for. On an isolated farm where every warning arrives just in time, Michael must decide whether to trust the messages of a woman who died... or risk becoming the next tragedy she foresaw. A supernatural thriller about family, intuition, grief, and the messages that refuse to stay buried.

"𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒?" A death flag is a narrative trope or visual cue in storytelling that signals a character is about to die or be written out of the story. And Jyeong Hanbit was an example of it. Jyeong Hanbit, registered as employee "Dove" in the Dark Exploration Records, was a friendly employee of Daydream Co. who supposedly had the wish of eradicating every ghost stories. Such a virtuous character like him would never last long in this world full of deadly anomalies. He was basically made to die. He eventually passed away while failing to escape from a high grade darkness, and Daydream Co. declared him missing. After meeting him in person, Kim Soleum thought, is it possible to save someone who's destined to die? Well, that's not his problem now. He'll think about it when he has the time... -------------- Gsgw is owned by Baek Deoksoo! I only own my original characters. I only made this for fun, so don't have any high expectations... :P Cover by me! Ik I'm gonna look back at this and cringe but oh well <3

When a forgotten railway town is swallowed by a monsoon storm, Iraanshi Devre finds herself trapped inside Lantern House.

'A camera doesn't lie. But, what if it sees more than it should?' When sixteen-year-old Olivia discovers an old Canon camera at a vintage house, she thinks it's just another vintage find for her photography hobby. But, after her first photo shoot, strange things begin to happen. Shadows that weren't there before. Faces that don't belong. Also, worst of all-the images seem to whisper secrets only she can hear. As Olivia digs deeper into the camera's origin, she uncovers a dark past; a string of unsolved disappearances, an abandoned asylum and a photographer who vanished without a trace. Every picture she takes pulls her closer to the truth and to something that doesn't want to be found. Can she unlock the mystery before the lens captures her soul? --- ⚠️The story in this story is purely fictional and does not relate to any real individuals, places or events. Start: 05/01/2026 Finish: ??/??/???? Happy Reading my second 📚 <3 !

Every house has secrets. But the Harper House doesn't just keep them-it whispers them. Behind its doors lie cursed objects, shadows that shift when no one is watching, and mirrors that breathe with faces that don't belong. Whispers echo through empty hallways, desperate to be heard. What begins as a search for the truth soon spirals into obsession. The past bleeds into the present, and nightmares creep into waking life. Each discovery draws the house's inhabitants closer to a curse they may never escape. Some doors should never be opened. Some secrets should never be unearthed. Step into The Chronicles of Harper - Whisper of the Cursed, where the line between reality and horror blurs, and every corner hides a story that will haunt you long after the last page This story is Paranormal Horror, Thriller, Supernatural Mystery.

When Aanya Kapoor inherits Ravenshade Mansion from her late grandmother, she discovers an ancient silver key hidden inside a wooden box. Along with it comes a warning: "Never open the Last Door." Determined to uncover the truth, Aanya travels to the abandoned mansion where secrets have been buried for thirty years. There, she meets Armaan Roy-a mysterious stranger who seems to know more about Ravenshade than anyone else. As strange events begin to unfold, hidden rooms appear, forgotten diaries surface, and a ghostly woman watches from the third-floor window. Every clue leads to another lie. Every lock hides a secret. And the Last Door may reveal a truth far more dangerous than death itself. A mystery. A curse. A love story written in secrets. Some doors should never be opened.

Katherine Mars never meant to uncover a mystery. When a fifteen-year-old girl finds an old camera buried deep in the woods surrounding Hollow Creek, strange things begin to happen. Whispers echo through the trees, shadows appear in photographs, and a decades-old disappearance resurfaces. With her best friend, Tobias Oliver, by her side, Katherine begins searching for answers. But the closer they get to the truth, the more dangerous Hollow Creek becomes. Some secrets were buried for a reason. And something in the woods wants to keep them that way.

Scarlett Vance is the definition of high fashion. Flawless. Icy. Obsessed with everything luxurious. But what happens when a cursed antique hairpin traps her in her own body with a dead 1950s gangster? Meet Frankie "The Iron Fist" Rossi. He is tough, street smart, and extremely confused... mostly because he cannot stand modern thong underwear. Every time Scarlett gets stressed or smells something too strong... BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!!! Her heart rate spikes. Frankie takes over. Suddenly the world's most glamorous designer is wobbling on six-inch stilettos like a drunk tarantula. He flips tables. He threatens to tear buildings apart. And he adjusts his underwear very loudly in front of everyone. Can her reputation survive when she looks like a supermodel but acts like a grumpy old mobster? Enter Julian Valerius. He is the most feared CEO in the city... until Scarlett walks in. Then he turns into a clumsy, stuttering mess. Add Tiffany... the loud billionaire heiress who looks exactly like Frankie's dead wife. And Hunter... the arrogant rich kid who thinks dating is a business deal. What could possibly go wrong? From fancy galas to chaotic amusement parks, this is the hilarious story of a fashion icon, a ghost with anger issues, and one very stressed billionaire. Can they hide the madness before the whole city finds out?

A group of six friends are drawn into a deadly mystery when an unknown member joins their abandoned group chat and gives them seven days to solve a forgotten murder-or become the next victims.

Kuch raaste manzil tak le jaate hain... aur kuch maut tak. November ki ek andheri raat, Rishabh ek sunsaan highway se guzar raha tha. Lekin usse nahi pata tha ki us raaste par woh akela nahi hai. Har mod par ek naya raaz, har saaye ke peeche ek khaufnaak sach chhupa hai. Kya Rishabh is darr se bach payega, ya khud us highway ka hissa ban jayega?

When I was in the 6th grade, my family moved into Apartment 205. Most of my memories from that time are happy ones-school, friends, cricket, computer games, and ordinary family life. But one night, during a power outage, I saw something that I've never been able to explain. Even now, years later, I still wonder who-or what-was holding that phone in the dark. Based on a childhood experience.

For ten generations, the Rathore empire produced only sons. Then came two girls. Then came one terrible Tuesday. And then there was one. 🖤 Some bonds don't end. They just become invisible to everyone else.

In the town of Dechanuwat, the living and the dead walk side by side. They look completely identical, separated only by a boundary no one dares to cross. Khun Kanya, a logical investigator, arrives to decode the supernatural and prove the world is strictly black and white. But her logic shatters when she meets Khun Nira, the elegant, melancholic caretaker of the town's ancient estate. Nira is fiercely protective, deeply attentive, and carries a secret that leaves her skin breathtakingly cold. As an intense, slow-burn attraction draws them together, Kanya's investigation uncovers a devastating truth. When the truth comes to light, Kanya is faced with an impossible choice. Can a love bound by the afterlife survive, or will the darkness erase Nira from existence entirely? (Author visually inspired by Freen Sarocha as Khun Nira and Becky Armstrong as Khun Kanya. Readers can imagine the same. STRICTLY NOT A FANFIC)

This is a ghost story. It never took place. It happened to someone I know.

The house was cheap. Too cheap. Most people avoided it because of the stories. Years apart, two people had disappeared inside its walls without a trace. No answers were ever found. He doesn't believe in ghost stories. He only needs a quiet place to live. But two weeks after moving in, something begins to happen. Every night at exactly 2:45 AM, the doorbell rings. When he opens the door, no one is there. The street is empty. The garden is still. And yet, the ringing never stops. As the nights pass, sleep becomes impossible and the line between reality and obsession begins to blur. The house seems to be hiding something-something that has been waiting for years. And every night, at 2:45 AM, it calls.

It started as a joke, a late-night dare to explore the most infamous abandoned house in the region. But as the front door slammed shut behind them, the laughter died. The architecture is changing, the shadows have a life of their own, and the six friends are being picked off, one by one. If you hear a voice calling your name from the dark, run-and for the love of everything, don't look back.

I died at twenty. Ten years later, someone said my name like it hurt. This is not a love story. It's a story about memory, guilt, and what happens when the dead are not ready to let go.

The walls don't whisper. They remember.

Ella Rodriguez is finally home after ten years abroad... but something isn't right. Late-night calls from an unknown number, a voice that sounds eerily familiar, and a chilling presence at the back of her house... Ella is about to remember a secret she buried long ago, but some things stay buried for a reason. Some voices never stop calling. ------------------------------------------------------- All Rights Reserved © J.A. Kitty / Lark Jaro-Adonay 2012

I present now a second volume of 13 spine chilling tales from the Victorian era of history! Again, to reintroduce classic ghost stories into the modern world and to a modern audience! I hope you all like them and stay tuned for more ghostly tales of horror!