Ghoststory Stories

When a vengeful ghost begins haunting New York's City Hall, Mayor Adam Winter has only one option left: Julius W. Bygone, Supernatural Sleuth of Shadows.

Before the fog came, the village was ordinary. Children played on the roads, families slept with open doors, and the graveyard was just a forgotten place. Then people started seeing a girl in the mist. At first, it was only rumors. Then lanterns began to go out. Homes filled with prayers and fear. Shadows started watching. And those who walked alone... never returned the same. As panic spreads, the villagers realize the truth is far worse than a ghost. The fog is not just hiding something-it is learning. Listening. Remembering names. And in this village, death does not arrive suddenly. It calls you first.

Not pure horror, but scary enough to keep you up scrolling at 3 AM 😏🖤 Think slow-burn chills mixed with deep feels - guilt that hits different, brotherhood that won't die (literally), and twists that make you question what's watching from the shadows 👀 Savage Smile starts simple: Two kids on a busted school trip sneak into a forbidden cave, grab what ain't theirs, think they got away clean. Life moves on... until the smile starts following one of them home. Years later? Mirrors glitch with faces that remember love + betrayal. Nights stretch forever. A presence creeps closer - not to kill, but to reach out like it still calls you brother 💔👥 It's patient. It's personal. And it's cursed from that one mistake they left buried 🕳️😶 Now level up to the sequel dropping heat: Savage Smile 2: The Invader 🌌💥 That cave smile didn't fade - it evolved. Multiplied. Turned into something bigger slipping through mirrors like portals. The Pentagon's gearing up for war 🪖🔥 - not your average alien invasion, but a supernatural takeover from what those kids unleashed. Classified leaks call it "The Invader." Hungry. Spreading grins like a virus. John's old ghost bro is still whispering from the dark, but now the smile's got an army. Guilt gone global. Curses hitting the big leagues. How you ghost something that just hacked the system and still hits you with "you good, brother?" mid-apocalypse? 🏃‍♂️❓🩸 Slow-burn to straight chaos vibes - scary, emotional, unhinged in the best way 🚀🌑 🖤 VOTE + FOLLOW for the chapters rolling out New drops coming... the smile's patient, but the invasion? Already loading 😶‍🌫️📖 Drop any comment below - "INVADER" if you're locked in, theories, what scares you most, or just "bro 👀" - let's build the vibe 🔥

"Whispers Between Worlds" is a haunting post-apocalyptic tale about Livy, the final survivor of a mysterious global unraveling, who discovers a decaying house-and a boy who shouldn't exist. As love blossoms in the ashes of the world, the line between life, death, and something darker begins to blur. What starts as a fragile connection becomes a descent into grief, madness, and the monstrous hunger of a house that remembers everything."

He's back.

When seventeen-year-old Naya Porter moves from Boston to rural Georgia to live with her dad and aunt, she expects to be bored out of her mind. But there's something in the woods behind her aunt's house that has other plans for her. Something old and hateful that's trapped behind a twelve-foot-high brick wall that her family has guarded for generations. With the accompaniment of four new acquaintances from school, ranging from emerging crush to low-key nemesis, Naya must lead a deadly expedition through a breach in the wall where she'll encounter a nightmare-scape mash-up of horrifyingly real haunted houses. **New parts drop weekly on Fridays! Start your 2026 off right with some creepy horror!**

In his father-in-law's Fifth Avenue mansion, Otto is entertaining a mysterious guest in the early hours of Christmas, 1954. Their illicit one-night stand takes an ominous turn when Henry delves into some of New York's darkest lore. --- An entry for the Wattpad Wuthering Heights Reimagined Writing Contest --- #wutheringheights #wutheringheightsmovie

A new house. A new town. A new nightmare. Sixteen-year-old Elysia Raven Hawthorne is anything but ordinary-sarcastic, dark, and fascinated by spiritism. Her family believes that moving to Ravenwood will give them a fresh start. But they don't know the truth. The old Victorian house hides an ancient curse, bound to her own bloodline. And Raven's gift-the ability to see what others cannot-will soon force her to face the truth her family has been running from all along. 🕯️ Joining the November-December 8 Chapter Challenge with my gothic mystery story, The Curse of the Hawthorne Family. #8ChapterChallenge #justwriteit

She was meant to say I do. Instead, she showed up at the police station - drenched in rain, her red bridal dress torn and streaked with mud. > "I don't love him," she whispered. "And if I marry him... I'll die." Detective Reid Lawson thought he'd seen everything - until that night. But hours after she walked into his station, the bride vanished. Three days later, her body was found. Every fingerprint. Every trace of evidence. Every clue... leads back to him. As the case spirals out of control, Reid begins to hear her voice - soft, familiar, haunting. Now he doesn't know what's real anymore. Is he going mad? Is his mind turning against him - or has someone set him up for her murder? He has to find the truth before the whispers become screams... and before he ends up behind bars for a crime he doesn't remember committing.

'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 !

Some forests are silent. This one remembers. When Orion Voss's brother vanished into the thicket without a trace, the villagers called it fate. His mother called it a curse. But five months later, the forest is not done with him. Whispers crawl beneath the leaves. Shadows shift where light should fall. The crows scream every night without rest. And when the scream returns,not from memory, but from deep within the woods.Orion knows the forest hasn't taken its last. This is not just a search for a lost boy. It's the unraveling of everything they thought they knew. Welcome to The Cursed Thicket,a tale of grief, memory, ancient forces, and a forest that sees all... and forgets nothing.

Seventeen-year-old Quinn wakes up after a tragic accident only to discover her life hangs in the balance. She's in a place known as the Fold, limbo for souls caught between life and death. Quinn soon stumbles across Otis, a dark and brooding boy from her high school. He is the last person she ever expected to be her link to life, but it turns out Otis has a secret of his own. *short story* *PG-13* #1 in teensupernatural Cover Design: Kat Pace

"How terrible is it to love something that death can touch." (#318 is short story Jan '15)

Some secrets aren't buried beneath floorboards. They're woven into the silence. When Evelyn Harper fails to check a door latch, her mistake leads to a tragedy she desperately covers up with a lie. That lie awakens the ghost of the old Victorian house, a vengeful spirit who weaponizes Evelyn's own guilt. As the house twists around her, using impossible messages and her own daughter to deliver its terrifying accusation-"The latch. You didn't check the latch."-Evelyn must confront the chilling truth: the only way to banish the external monster is to face the internal sin. The most terrifying shadow is the one cast by your own lie.

Catherine Earnshaw is dead. But love like hers does not rest quietly. When you wake on the moor after her death, you realize you are not her ghost, but what remains when obsession refuses to die. Drawn back to Wuthering Heights, you are summoned by Heathcliff's grief and mistaken for the woman he loved and ruined himself for. A gothic ghost story inspired by Wuthering Heights, where love endures not as comfort, but as a curse.

Aarohi, a young paranormal investigator with only 2 years of experience, never really believed in supernatural energies. Her parents, however, were firm believers and practically forced her into this job. Although she didn't hate the job, it didn't bring her joy either. After three paranormal investigations that all turned out to be hoaxes, Aarohi's belief in the statement "GHOSTS DON'T EXIST" only grew stronger. Yet, Aarohi was unaware that her upcoming mission would shatter her skepticism and change her perspective completely. Will she uncover the truth behind the paranormal, or will her disbelief put her in grave danger?

Competition Entry: Wattpad - Wuthering Heights Retelling In anticipation of the upcoming Warner Bros. Pictures film starring Margot Robbie and Jacob Elordi, this story brings a fresh twist to Brontë's iconic tale of consuming love and its cost across generations. In a hollow older than naming, where fever trees twist toward lovers and mist takes the shape of longing, the women of Nomathemba's line have kept what others let go. At seventeen, she meets Andile between the trees-storm-dark and inevitable-and their love burns so fiercely it cracks the sky. But he leaves for London, for bridges, for a life across the ocean she cannot follow. "Haunt me," he whispers. "If I forget- remind me." So she weaves their love into mist and keeps it. For sixty years. The keeping costs her everything: her body dissolving by degrees, a hollow marriage to a man who collects broken things, three daughters poisoned against her by whispered lies. Only Thandi sees the truth - the mother who braided their hair, sang them through fevers, loved them with everything the keeping left her. But the hollow collects its debts. And some loves, once kept, can never be released - only transformed into something that reaches forever, fingers almost touching, never quite meeting. A South African reimagining of Wuthering Heights that asks: What does it cost to hold on? And what remains when we finally let go?

​🏚️ හුදකලා මන්දිරය 🏚️ ​🚪 සමහර දොරවල් ඇරිය යුත්තේ ඒවා පිටුපස ඇති දේ දන්නවා නම් පමණි... 🌑 ​🏙️ නගරයේ කාර්යබහුල ජීවිතයෙන් මිදී නිදහස සෙවූ මිතුරන් පස්දෙනෙකුට, දියඇල්ලක නිහඬතාවය මැද හමුවූ ඒ අලංකාර මන්දිරය මුලින් පෙනුණේ දිව්‍ය ලෝකයක් ලෙසිනි. ✨ ​🌧️ එහෙත්, ඔවුන් පැමිණි මඟ අහුරා දමමින් මහා පාලම කඩා වැටුණු ඒ අවාසනාවන්ත රාත්‍රියේදී ඔවුන් දැන සිටියේ නැත; 🌉❌ ඒ මන්දිරය ඔවුන්ට පාරාදීසයක් නොව, ඔවුන්ගේ හුස්ම හඬ පවා ගිලගන්නා ජීවමාන මර උගුලක් බව... 💀 ​🩸 මිත්‍රත්වය, ආදරය සහ රහස්‍ය හැඟීම් අතර දෝලනය වන මේ තරුණ පිරිසට, මීදුම අතරින් ඇසෙන දියඇල්ලේ ගෝරනාඩුව මැද තවත් බියකරු හඬක් ඇසෙන්නට පටන් ගනී. ⛈️ පලා යාමට මඟක් නැත. 🚫 උදව්වට කෙනෙකු නැත. ඔවුන් තනි වී ඇත! 🕯️ ​දැන් ඇත්තේ ප්‍රශ්න දෙකක් පමණි... 🤔 🗝️ මේ මන්දිරයේ සැබෑ අයිතිකරු කවුද? 👤 ඔවුන් පස්දෙනාගෙන් කී දෙනෙකුට මෙහි අවසානය දැකීමට වාස

A murder mystery, a Warlock asylum and a demonic haunting. Nyx L'Ange has really fallen into it this time... A Spin-off book from my Mortal Instruments fanfiction, Reflections of Light about Nyx's time in the psychiatric ward; however can be read as a stand-alone set in the Shadowhunters universe. A bit of a spooky one off adventure I couldn't justify working into the main book series.

What if Catherine Earnshaw remembered how her story ended? On the morning Edgar Linton proposes, Catherine is given the chance to choose again-and this time, she refuses to let love destroy her.