Stories tagged “ghost”

  • Bernard B. Belling, or: The Ghost of Ghost Hill (Part 7)

    “But… that’s…” “What? Impossible? Not as much as you’d think.” “So… is any of it right?” “Any of what?” “You know, the… whole ‘religion’ thing.”...

  • Well of Endless Sorrow

    The well’s weathered rock, crumbling mortar and sickly-green moss that extended down into the earth had seen the passage of over 250 years. No one knew how deep it was or even who dug it. It had simply always been there, even mentioned in Jackvil...

    • Author: Stoner
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • PMP

    I bought my iPod from the Apple Store, new in the box. It was sealed, and it’s pretty safe to say that nobody’s touched it but me. I unpacked it and plugged it in to my laptop, and everything seemed fine. My music, my videos, my podcasts, t...

  • Ghost Story

    When I wake up, she’s sitting on the edge of the bed. Same short skirt and fuck me pumps. Same black eye and trickle of blood. Same look of resigned defeat. Same silent tears. I decide to try something different this time. I move over and sit nex...

  • Cousin Spot, this really is too much!

    The only evidence was in the toaster. Wait. That’s not entirely true. The only evidence was also oozing out of the toaster and seemed to be increasing in quantity. Moments before, Algernon had dropped a fresh crumpet into the toaster and pushed t...

    • Author: Petros
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The First Time I Saw Her

    The first time I saw her was the day she jumped. She was beautiful. My age. A couple of years younger, maybe, but not long out of high school. Her long, black hair, almost like a cape down her back. Long enough and heavy enough that the wind barely mov...

  • The Barn

    It stood alone. Empty. Abandoned. Since the original owners had vanished, many had tried to live on the old farm. Those that survived never spoke of what they saw in the few days, sometimes the few hours, that they lived there. The house, itself, was f...

  • The Ghost of Lara Brown pt2

    The crew jumped back from the monitor, each one of them yelping in their own way. “Rewind that,” said one. “No, just let it play!” Nina Sanchez said. On the monitor, Leo Castronopoulis remained, ever the intrepid reporter, likel...

  • The Ghost of Lara Brown pt 3

    “Is it just me, or is it getting cold?” Leo, on the monitor said, pulling his suit jacket tighter about him. Jeff’s voice behind the camera came through, as they walked following the girl; the camera captured her from just below Jeff&...

  • The Ghost of Lara Brown pt4

    The crew crowded closer to the montior, “I don’t get what’s so fascinating with this tape?” Engineer, Carl Twipp said. “Someone dropped it at the post-office in Salem last night and mailed it to us. We haven’t heard ...

  • The Ghost of Lara Brown pt 5

    “Are you getting this?” Leo’s voice was excited. The picture was jostled as Jeff lifted the camera onto his shoulder, and put a large crypt-house into focus. The stone was old and pock-marked with dew and moss. Leo commented, "We...

  • The Ghost of Lara Brown pt 6

    The image on the monitor went dark for a moment as white bits of static took over most of the image. Jeff’s voice shouted, “Jesus Christ! Oh Christ! Did you …” he was cut off as he fell back over something, and fell to the groun...

  • The Ghost of Lara Brown pt 7

    “They’re not going in there are they?” Carl asked. As he spoke, on the monitor, Leo pried the door open. His hands went over his head as the doors swung open, and in the doorway stood Lara Brown. Her hands were at her sides, and her e...

  • The Ghost of Lara Brown pt 8 (Mature)

    The camera fell to its side, and the picture showed two hands around Leo’s neck, dragging him back into the darkness of the crypt. His feet kicked as his gurgled screams sent the crew of News ON Six reeling back away from the monitor, or hiding t...

  • The Ghost of Lara Brown pt 9

    The crypt was cold, and damp. The further Leo and Jeff got from the main entrance, the darker it became. There were no other sounds other than a deep whooshing sound as Lara Brown blurred past them in a way that was impossible for a human being to move...

  • Babba's Kitchen

    The smell of flour and exotic herbs assailed Rem’s nose and mind. He shut his eyes, intent on the feel of the place. Mouth moving silently, his own breath felt hot on his lips. As the incantation completed a cool breeze wafted in, lifting his shi...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Old House on St. Godson Street Part 1 (Mature)

    “Hey, Mary are you sure you want to come?” Emily asked. Earlier Mary, Roger, Jackie, Emily, and Mat were dared to spend the night at the old house at the end of the street, it was said to still be haunted be the old man that lived there. Mr...

  • The Old House on St. Godson Street Part 2 (Mature)

    “What is it! Mary!” Emily shouted over her screams. Mary pointed at Roger’s bed. Roger was gone, and the bed had red stains on it. “What’s that red on his bed?” Jackie asked, her voice shaking. “I think itR...

  • The Old House on St. Godson Street Part 3 (Mature)

    “What was that?” Mary asked. They looked at the old rotted door. They heard another moan. “It’s Roger. I’ll prove it,” Mat said. He got out of his creaky bed, and opened the door. He looked out into the hallway. It w...

  • The Old House on St. Godson Street Part 4 (Mature)

    A couple of the glass pieces cut into Mat. He screamed in pain and fell to the floor. Emily stopped running and went to help her twin. Mat was bleeding to much. He was becoming pale. He held his hand up. “Run,” he whispered. His hand fell d...

  • The Old House on St. Godson Street Part 5 (Mature)

    The dinning room had a high ceiling, a long oak table, with big chairs that had ripped cushions on them. The table cloth was skewered, and there was a huge chandelier, and candles on the table. Mary came in, and she looked normal again. “Mary, ar...

  • The Old House on St. Godson Street Part 6

    Mary ran. She ran fast then she ever did before. She ran down the hall where Mat died, up the stairs, and into a room. There was a big cracked window with ripped dark red curtains semi covering it. There was a big rotting pine desk, and a broken chair....

  • The Old House on St. Godson Street Part 7

    “Tyler? Shawn?” Mary said stunned. It was two of her friends. “We heard lots of screaming, so we came over to see what happened,” Tyler said, “where is the others?” Mary started to sob again. Shawn hugged Mary, tryin...

  • The Old House on St. Godson Street Part 8

    “What the?” Shawn exclaimed, stepping back. Mary shrieked an unholy scream. The guys ran down the hall, leaving Mary far behind. “Football practice really comes in handy,” Tyler said as they ran. “Yeah,” Shawn said g...

  • A Dead Solider's Burden

    I felt the knot in my chest tighten as I saw my mother crying on the grave stone. I wish I could comfort her, tell her that everything was fine. But I couldn’t. All I could do was watch, and it was truly cruelty. She put the flowers she had with ...