Ghosts Stories

(weekly updates) When the well-known Twitch streamer Ashley Reed gets invited to collab with Sam and Colby to film a video for their channel, they promise her that it won't be as scary as their usual content - they chose to visit a relatively meek place. Until she happens to cause a trigger event, that is. wordcount: 120k-130k colby brock x oc no smut, third-person past-tense narrative ©planetaryfire on wattpad

Evelyn Hart loses her corporate job overnight when her company is acquired-and her department erased like it never existed. With rent due, savings shrinking, and LA swallowing her whole, she applies to a too-perfect listing in the middle of the night: Estate Caretaker - live-in. Discretion required. Excellent compensation. She gets the contract in thirty seconds. No interview. No company name. She signs anyway. A plane ticket arrives minutes later. Eldermoor House waits for her outside Edinburgh-an ancient mansion with modern amenities, a forest that refuses to stay silent, and a black lake called Loch Glass that reflects things that shouldn't be there. Evie tells herself she doesn't believe in ghosts. She's just a modern witch-salt, wards, herbs, rituals. Nothing supernatural. But Eldermoor isn't interested in what she believes. The house has men in it. Three of them. All dead. And all of them want her.

"and isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me." wally clark x fem!oc school spirits season 1-?

"You are such a Capricorn, I love that." "I am literally the Grim Reaper."

Y/N is, well, troubled, to say the least, they're the most standoffish ghost of the bunch at Woodstone. But could that change when a humble scout leader catches their eyes?

A single mom with three kids, one adopted, operates a haunted hotel, aided by her late brother's ghost who believes they can have ingenious ideas despite his ethereal state, and the demon boy who is infatuated with her oldest child. Guys, this is an Abaddon x reader, but I'm going to be very clear that I am NOT attracted to his body, and the body of the boy he possessed is going to be AGED UP

Once a devoted monk, now exiled and nameless, Sanwu walks through the ruins of a world he helped break. Branded The Unbound, haunted by dreams that aren't his own, he alone hears the bells that no longer ring. When a girl with a cursed spirit crosses his path, and a child who whispers to ghosts begins to follow, Sanwu finds himself at the heart of a growing storm. Relic hunters chase echoes of power. A death cult rises in the ashes. And the War God he once released threatens to rise again. To stop it, Sanwu must sacrifice more than his past. He must decide if redemption is worth becoming no one at all. A quiet, spiritual fantasy about memory, guilt, and the weight of names. When the bells call again, will he answer? A Korean-inspired dark fantasy.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋

"It really takes a lot -especially in our line of work- for me to feel alive...but you do that for me, Vivienne." When psychically gifted Vivienne Salvatore is forced to flee from her dark past, she stumbles upon a "prestigious" agency under the name of "Lockwood & Co". Fortunately for her, they're hiring. OR In a world where children risk their lives each night to protect the vulnerable from the undead, two damaged souls find one another and realise just how alive they make each other feel. (ANTHONY LOCKWOOD x FEM!OC) (12/AUG/23 - ...)

˗ˏˋ "ɪᴛꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ." {s1-s2} {wallyclark x oc}

εïз 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕜 "I'm still alive, Wally. Somehow. And you... you're dead. We're worlds apart. It's never gonna work." wally clark x fem!oc season 1 - tbd REPUBLISHED! © janiabeans, 2025.

"Ooh, but easy with the tongue, son, try to listen carefully What you've seen's scary, but nothing when compared to me I could show you things to paint all your dreams haunted I could make you scream if I wanted" There are two kinds of guilt : the kind that drowns you until you're useless, and the kind that fires your soul to purpose. In her short life, Jordan managed to experience both, making her finally decide to fight against those who had hurt her. But was it too late ? "Or I can be the bee in your bonnet, your best friend forever Two peas in a pod flockin' like birds of a feather And you never have a need to beg, work, or steal If all this sounds worth it, then let's make a deal" [pre-avengers: age of ultron - ??] started : 19/01/2025 published : 20/07/2025 finished : ©pandorasboxwp

Some loves arrive too early. Some loves arrive too late. And some grow exactly where they're meant to- even after everything else ends. WALLY CLARK X FEMALE OC School Spirits Fanfic Seasons 1-3 THIS STORY IS WRITTEN IN THIRD PERSON

❛❛ The bells of Poveglia rang not from towers, but from the depths of a saltwater grave. You watched as the walls of the asylum breathed with the pulse of those long forgotten by God. Holiness had once been a promise of salvation, but here, it was revealed as just another kind of hunger . . . ❜❜ A chance meeting in a Venetian museum leads an architect and a photographer into the heart of a maritime nightmare. They journey to the forbidden island of Poveglia, where the soil is enriched by ash and the corridors reverberate with the screams of the past. As the boundaries between memory and madness dissolve, they discover that some sins refuse to stay buried beneath the lagoon. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

To many, death is an uncomfortable topic to think about. If a child were to ask their parents about it, their parent's most common reaction is to say that the deceased person is in a better place. It might be challenging to get a straight answer from them, but it's understandable why they would explain it this way. Then again, everybody has their theories on what the afterlife is like. Some people like to believe that after you die, your soul either ends up in Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory. While the more pessimistic kind of people like to believe that nothing is waiting for you on the other side. That once you're buried in the ground, you're nothing more than a corpse waiting to be decomposed. But, the one thing that can't be denied is that nobody knows what happens when you die. No one has any clue what happens to a person after their heart stops beating forever. When their spirit leaves this plane of existence. Well, nobody except for Nicholas Danvers. Nicholas wasn't sure when it had started, exactly, but for as long as he could remember, he could see things that other people around him couldn't see. Different societies had many different names to identify them; spirits, specters, phantoms, apparitions, or just common ghosts. But, Nicholas just called them his friends. Instead of shunning and hiding his gift out of shame and fear, Nicholas had decided to help his spirit friends cross over and get their well-deserved eternal rest. Sure, it might have been a tedious and time-consuming process, but he made up for it by helping out the spirits whose souls have been left wandering amongst the living for who knows how long. But, that process will be turned upside-down when the spirit that appears in front of him is none other than Quinn Barton, an old classmate of his who died over a year ago.

"Beg." "Excuse me?" "Want my help? Prove it. But I bet the self-absorbed Olivia wouldn't grovel." He smirked. "Or am I wrong?" ** Olivia's ridiculously hot neighbor believes in monsters. Sworn to a girl code of off-limits, Olivia wants nothing to do with him, until her house is haunted, and she needs his monster knowledge help. But prior to these events, they've been enemies, and Colton won't make it easy for Olivia to get his help. He'll make her beg.

"That's what we do. We look for things we're not even sure are there." When John Winchester goes missing, Millie joins her brothers on the hunt despite her own unresolved problems. With every town and every new case, the Winchester siblings fall into something far darker than they realize. And there's no way back. BOOK ONE season one & season two

✨𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓫✨ 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗔𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗛 𝗞𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔 - 💸 dramatic rich kid 🧠 zero common sense 😤 unlimited ego gets kicked out of his house, he does the only logical thing imaginable: drags his best friends to his so-called "backup mansion" on the edge of the city. 🚨 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗠? It's HAUNTED. Like... actually haunted. Not "wind noises" haunted. 👻 Now six absolutely clueless friends are stuck dealing with: - sarcastic spirits - cursed hallways - terrible ghost poetry (yes, POETRY) - and one very angry math teacher who should NOT be dead but is 💀📐 📝 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗡: Survive the weekend. 🔥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬: Chaos. Screaming. Bad decisions. Zero chill. Negative survival instincts. Basically? ✨ 𝓗𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭. 𝓗𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓻𝔂. 𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼. ✨

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙. ••• Arthur Pendergast is a man who walks with the weight of generations in his shadow. As a Black man navigating the sharp corners of London, he's used to being watched, but as a necromancer, he's the one doing the observing. To pass a rainy Tuesday, he decides to sit in on a fake séance hosted by a local "spiritualist" in a drafty Victorian parlour. He expects cheap parlour tricks, hidden magnets, and the predictable scent of stale incense. And Madame Valeska is pro at it all. But as the candles flicker and Valeska begins her practiced wail, the air in the room turns unnervingly cold. Arthur quickly begins to realize that nothing is quite what it seems. The fraud in the velvet shawl isn't the only one hiding a secret, and the knocking on the table isn't coming from her foot-it's coming from somewhere much deeper. In this dark corner of the city, Arthur is forced to remember a chilling truth: monsters don't live under our beds; they live in the recesses of our minds. And tonight, one of those monsters is finally finding its way out. WC: -- CC: Inky

Henry and Mark are both cursed and can't leave their houses. They live right next door to each other so they talk every day through their windows.