Ghostsarereal Stories

The air always filled with smoke around him, it was funny to see him light up a camel crush as we huddled together on the cement floor. It was so cold under my backside but I didn't care. I was high and it felt good. The strumming beat of Cigarettes After Sex moved through the the fog of his own cigarette smoke. It was so typical... He was so typical, with his unbrushed hair and wrinkled cargo pants that always made him effortlessly cool. He was so cool. And I was, well, me. Unkept in the deranged way. The braids that I hurriedly tied throughout my hair were beginning to unravel. I didn't care. The hum of Greg Gozalez was enough to lull me into a love so deep and unfamiliar that it could only be my first love. He was dead the next day. In the same spot I left him in, surrounded by erratic poetry and shredded canvases. I would never know the comfort of those cement floors and they would never yield his warmth again. There was no note, only the dismembered lines of pleas to an unknown god and ethereal dreams of a girl with braids tangled through her hair. The shrouded figures he always painted when he got high were in pieces on the floor, killed by their own creator. He came back to me at times. It was the beginning of seeing everything. I would feel the brush of his hand along my cheek as I thrashed out of a nightmare, then I would smell the cigarette smoke as I padded through my house. No one--not even me--smoked cigarettes. My journals began to be splattered with faint snippets of slant rhymes and heavily inked hearts broken by ink splotches. I knew it was him. trigger warning: death, mysterious death, fake suicide

This is a horror story of a girl who was hearing noises outside and she anxiously went to check it out. What happens next is horrifying.

Do you believe in ghosts? You probably should.. Have you ever thought ghosts could be around you this very moment? Like a dead friend or family member, or maybe even just a random dead person? I've thought about it a couple times.. But that's about it.. Here's just a little story from the perspective of a ghost that has been dead for 200 years!

April Morris, a girl just like us suffers from an eating disorder . But.... What her parents do to her is unthinkable. Find out what Kate and Connor did to poor April is this thrilling horrific story!

Just a normal train ride to his new job location. That was what it was for a person who never believed in ghosts and considered them to be the dumbest creations of mankind. But in that train ride he saw her. He saw Urtula. And then he never stopped seeing her. As he is writing this, all he has to do is turn his head to find her behind him.

Grandad and Riley's get rich Quick scheme doesn't go as planned and ends up Losing Huey in the mist of it. But When Huey comes back as a Pissed off and "slightly" unhinged Poltergeist He makes It clear to them that he will not return the grave and Rest until he gets what he's looking for.