Ghosty Stories

It was a chilly autumn evening when I first encountered her. She was a friend of a friend, someone I had heard about but never actually met. As we sat across from each other in the dimly lit café, she smiled at me with a warmth that immediately put me at ease.

What happened? She is gonna stay with me? How ? What is happening in my life? Have I started liking her?

Rayna parents forced her to go camping to make new friends and just be a normal kid...she was able to drag her friends along for the ride not realizing that this is a ride they would soon regret...in the end, she will never get over what happened to her at Camp Lakeview...I don't think anyone would if Camp Lakeview becomes Camp Horror...

Make it stop, please make it stop... She brought her hand out from behind her back. She was holding a knife, the top stained crimson. I wanted to get up and run. I tried to lift myself up, but it felt like the weight of the world was holding me down. I waited. Waited to die. ----- This is a short story I (Olivia) wrote for Halloween. (If you get scared easily, you may not want to read this)

Peter and his friends go out for a walk and found an haunted abandonment cruise ship parked up at an old dock port. They go behind the barriers and explore Until... Read the book for the story

On Halloween or Jenny's birthday something terrible happens at her party. Something so scary the people that survive will never forget. But time is running out for Jenny and her friends. Are you brave enough to read there story? Beware!!! This story is a major scare!!!

You discovered a power that had been growing since you were born. Your name is Arianna Fernández your 14 years old and your in your first year of high school. You're discovered the loner because you keep yourself to yourself.

In the quiet embrace of night, a solitary man wanders through shadows, consumed by memories of his lost love. He visits her tomb, a silent guardian weeping in darkness. An ethereal silver doe appears, symbolizing her lingering spirit, whispering tales of memories growing cold. Bound by pain, he traverses misty paths guided only by the moon, reflecting the tears he cannot hide. As his isolation deepens, the wind carries ghostly whispers of her laughter. Nature mourns with him - the rustling leaves echo his sorrow, and the river murmurs his forlorn dreams. He chases elusive shadows, embarking on an endless journey through the night. Silhouettes of their past are painted across the midnight sky. He reaches out, but they fade beyond grasp. The garden where their love once bloomed lies wilted under the silent moon-a stark symbol of decayed dreams. On a cliff's edge, his whispered vows receive only the ocean's roar in reply-a poignant echo of goodbye. In the end, phantom touches and the ghost of her smile haunt his days. He walks the paths they once shared, each heavy step a silent plea for the impossible. Forever haunted by her name, he bears the weight of his sorrow, keeping their love's flame alive. While the winds carry his silent cries, he conceals his enduring love; yet, his heart remains unhealed. Themes and Analysis: It explores eternal love and the consuming nature of grief. Memories serve as both comfort and torment, binding him to the past. Nature mirrors his inner turmoil - the silver doe and moon reflect his longing, while unachievable desires highlight the futility he feels. Despite time's passage, his wounds remain raw; his journey is one of enduring love that transcends even death. Conclusion: The poem captures a heart trapped between past and present, where memories are both sanctuary and prison. His concealed love and unhealed heart resonate universally, reminding us that some bonds are so strong they leave an indelible mark on the soul.

He has walked the earth for millennia, watching as empires rise and fall, as the world changes around him. He is a god, but his people have long since forgotten him. Now, he wanders in solitude, cursed with immortality and the weight of memories no one else remembers. But when he meets a mortal girl who can see beyond his divine facade, a spark ignites in his eternal void. She is fragile, fleeting-a moment in the endless stretch of his time. And yet, she might be the key to his salvation. As ancient enemies awaken and lost truths come to light, the Lonely God must decide: will he remain an observer, or will he reclaim his place among gods and men?

reportings of the god family have been recorded for some time now. It is still unknown on who they are and what their purpose is. All that is known about them is their eyes, as dark as the night and the stare they give their victims before they meet their demise.

Leafy and Ghostly take it one step further after destroying Ian and Ethan

***What you are about to read is based on true events*** *THIS BOOK IS IN PROGRESS* Ghosts are real. Demons are real. And one is attached to me. Ouija boards are nothing to mess around with. The spirit world is more horrifying than one can imagine. After playing with an Ouija board at a sleepover, I began noticing strange, unexplainable occurrences. Lights would flicker on and off, doors would slam shut in the middle of the night. I no longer felt alone. These things became a part of my daily life. No more did they frighten me. That is until the occurrences got progressively more demonic and terrorizing. I now fear for my life and live prisoner in my own home. This entity is attached to me and I don't know how to make it stop.

it was a day for boss baby

This is a story about a teen girl that lives an a haunted house. There is a ghost that she falls in love with and wants to take him to the winter formal. Will she be able to convince everybody that she has a date to the winter formal?

Highest rank: #15 in Snippets 02/12/2018 #36 in Poetry! 04/02/2017 Life is strange, I make it stranger. We need to enjoy the little things! They are big. Does this seem non-sense? Read the line before ;)

I woke up, my head throbbing of exhaustion. I slept for a whole 35 hours yet I felt like I had just returned from a trip from the airport. It was a stressful feeling, but I couldn't focus on that. I was tired. I couldn't go back to sleep, of course not. But there must've been something wrong, because when I stood up I couldn't even stand up properly. My legs were shaking and the hairs on my arms had stood up in a fierce motion. It was petrifying. Afterwards, I heard a loud sound come from behind me. My chest quivered with fear as I heard a ghostly voice make out a phrase I could never forget. ----------------- This is my first proper Wattpad story, and I'm planning to work on this for a while. Everything that I write will be made from memory and next to nothing I write will be planned out in huge detail. This is my first work after all!