#ghost

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  • amtrips 1h

    I'm a wandering soul-
    A ghost in the body of flesh and bones,
    lost in a world of betrayal and isolation,
    trying to find a way to escape this world of humans.
    How does it feel to be left alone to wonder and wander?
    ©Amtrips

  • solid_s 3h

    She is a ghost that everyone can see.

    - Shahasi D

  • thatizar 1d

    After a long day's work, I was coming back home. As I approached my apartment, I found that the lights were out and the door was locked from the outside. As usual, my maid had decided to take a day off without my concern. Just as I opened the door I saw a dark figure standing in front of me. Bewildered, I jumped a few steps back only to find out that it was Shanti, my maid. " Oh God! You scared the hell out of me! Why didn't you switch on the lights by the way?" shocked, I yelled at her. I came in and went towards the switch board and switched on the lights. It was then that it struck me if she was inside how could be the door locked from outside? Cause it's only she who had the spare key to my house. Just then my phone rang. It was my neighbor. I picked up the call. "Did you hear that dear? Shanti got killed in a road accident today! It's such a.... " the phone fell from my hand and I became numb. I turned around slowly and saw Shanti, her face slowly disfiguring into a bloody mess and her feet hovering a little above the floor. She stared right into my eyes, as if she wanted to tell me something. My whole body turned into ice. That figure started coming towards me. I closed my eyes in fear and shouted at the top of my lungs. I didn't know what happened after that, cause all I know was that I woke up in a hospital bed the next morning. My neighbor told me they heard my scream and came running into my apartment and found me lying unconscious on the floor.
    ©Izar

    Hey guys! This is the first short horror story that I've tried to pen down. Hope you guys enjoy it. Please do let me know your views in the comment section below! ������
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    #horrorstory #story #horror #ghost #ghoststory #writersnetwork #writerscommunity #readwriteunite #mirakee #wordporn #writerstolli

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    The first encounter

    ©Izar

  • sharmeennnn 3d

    Comment down below what you think about the story and should I make more of these horror stories.
    Be safe while driving ��

    #horror #horrorstory #horrorconfessions #ghost #gasstation #airport

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    Horror

    My Friend flew to my city to meet me. I was supposed to show up at the airport early but I was late. Just Because I was late I took a short route and luckily saw a gas station there. I got down and was doing my work.The gas station was empty not a single person was there and I was constantly getting this bad feeling. Just then I saw something coming towards me from the corner of the gas station. At first I thought it's a human but I was wrong.His legs were crooked and his face was hideous. That's when i freaked out and rushed into my car,locked all my doors.
    Just then i saw that the ghostly creature was trying to get in by opening my car door which I had locked so he tried to break the window.At this point I thought I was going to died, I was screaming on the top of my lungs and just then my car started and I rushed and maintained my speed untill I reached main road. After that horrible night I never took that route and never heard of that creature.
    ©sharmeennnn

  • meera_patel6902 4d

    "The world hurt them so much, that they took a pen and wrote a new one, for themselves ©meera_patel6902"

    Here's to the troubled souls, who wonder what's wrong with them in the middle of the night. And shed tears that no one sees.

    Here's to the artists, who who ruin themselves to create something worth writing about.

    You're not alone. You matter. Your happiness matters.

    #writersnetwork @writersnetwork #kids #stare #artist #ceiling #think #life #universe #everything #murky #teens #lost #darkness #light #guide #home #ghost #story

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    Now

    The kids aren't alright,
    They stare at the ceiling contemplating about life, universe and everything,
    Instead of studying.

    It's murky for some teens.
    For, those who wander in dark,
    Need a little light,
    To guide them home,
    Or else they'll become another ghost story,
    That no one believes in.

    On this rainy day,
    We're longing for a rainbow.
    To fill our lives with colors,
    Eternal.
    ©meera_patel6902

  • darrianlynx 5d

    Phantom

    You cry out to me but my ears can't hear you
    You want me to notice but I can't see you
    You are on another plane of existence
    Another moon glows in your night sky
    We pass each other close enough to touch...
    To kiss.. But I reach out and you slip thru my fingertips..
    I catch a glimpse in the reflection of a window
    I see you smile from a magazine
    I follow you for hours only to find that it wasn't you...
    You are a mirage in my vast desert of loneliness
    You are there and you are aware but can't speak
    I can't hear you but I can sense your thoughts
    I can feel your frustration and desperation
    I know you are there like I know I am alive
    You make me feel alive...
    I don't know if we will ever meet
    I don't know if you will ever hold me
    I just know that you are there and always have been
    Always will be...

    ©darrianlynx

  • praj_139 5d

    People fear ghosts maybe because they realize
    that the greatest truth of life - death - can also lie.
    ©praj_139

  • chosen_words 1w

    Time

    Wake up from the slumber
    This time, I'll remember
    For time is just a number
    But leave the door open, windows too
    Let them send away the memories of you
    Along with you
    The warmth, the heat and then the fire
    Hidden, revealed and now suppressed in dire
    Don't let me carry the name of a liar
    Perhaps love is beautiful when lost
    Perhaps pain manages to feel the most
    Perhaps mind still get haunted your ghost

    ©chosen_words

  • laong18 1w

    Ghost Story

    3:45am
    Believe me when I say it weren’t over.
    How you keep haunting me,
    Leaving me awake and sober.
    My heart wonders on what’s left of you;
    Collecting fragments in the darkness of night.
    Learning to hold on what can’t be touch,
    Peering through the rift of my reality.
    You’re my ghost story.
    You were there. You used to be.


    ©laong18

  • regretman 1w

    Vengeful ghost

    It waits for me. To wake up. Stress.
    To haunt me forever like a vengeful ghost.
    ©regretman

  • agirllikethat 2w

    Part 3-
    From that day onwards, something was different. I felt it from deep within. And that didn't even escape from nani's eyes.
    Oh! did I tell you that my nani's body has been captured by two spirits for more than 5 years. She saw some signs and knew what was wrong. She took me to a local shaman who confirmed that satan is now watching over me. Next day, she took me to an ancient temple where some witches destroyed those two spirits residing inside nani. And trust me, that place was more haunting than our town. The walls of the ancient temple were made up of stone which were starting to crack up a little now. That temple had a huge verandah. And in the extreme middle of it was a pile of some woods. Now, on the four walls around the verandah were women, tied up with handcuffs. Crying for help and making wierd noises.
    For destroying the spirit inside a woman, a witch used to lit up those woods and then throw the dust emerging from it, on the captured woman. The witches took my hand and gave me something to drink which made me unconscious and then they tied me to the wall. That dust gave me excruciating pain. I cried and yelled for help and suddenly my voice also became very unfamiliar. My wrists were bleeding because of the handcuffs. But they didn't stop. After an hour or so, when they were sure that the spirit inside of me was destroyed, they released me.
    Now, here's one thing which I forgot to tell you. Spirits know the darkest magic in the universe. And some powerful spirits, only if they want, can hide inside the smallest particle of the human body where no witch can hunt them.
    One friendly advice- If you ever meet me, don't forget to invite me to your home.

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    She saw some signs and knew what was wrong. She took me to a local shaman who confirmed that satan is now watching over me.
    ©agirllikethat

  • wiredweirdly 2w

    The ghost of my past
    Came knocking on my doors
    They visited me so rare
    That for once I forgot
    If they happened to me at all.
    ©wiredweirdly

  • late_night_vibes9 2w

    Read it at your own risk
    Horror content
    #ghost#horror #alone #thrill

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    White with red

    A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

    The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

    This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

    At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”

  • late_night_vibes9 2w

    Read it at your own risk...
    It's a horror content...
    #ghost#horror #thrill #alone

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    An Apple A Day Keeps The Doctor Away..

    Have you ever heard the expression “an apple a day keeps the Doctor away?” Most assume, with no reason to think otherwise, that it is simply an easy-to-remember rhyme that stresses the importance of eating healthily to young children. But the saying did not originate as a harmless reminder. It was born in a frontier town in the early years of the gold rush, where food was scarce and money even scarcer.

    One August, when a bad drought had struck the region, a series of bloody killings swept through the town. Every night, a single house would be broken into, and anyone who saw the invader would be swiftly, brutally slain. Nothing was ever stolen, save for a few scraps of food.

    After two weeks of this, the local grocer set out a few apples and a glass of milk in the town square overnight. He then hid in the tower of the church, hoping to catch a glimpse of anyone who came by.

    Fighting fatigue, the grocer waited for any sign of life below. Just after midnight, he was rewarded by a chilling sight; a man, carrying a black bag stuffed with dully shining metal tools and covered from head to foot in cloth bandages, staggered into view. He paused at the sight of the apples and milk, then whipped his head around, as if looking for the one who dared to patronize him. Seized with fear, the grocer ducked out of sight, staying hidden 'til sunrise.

    The strange man had only taken one of the apples, and didn't even touch the glass of milk. No houses were broken into, and no one was killed. For decades, the town continued to place out an apple or two every night, even long after a single apple stopped dissapearing.

  • dinesh 2w

    #3

    You are tucked in bed,
    But couldnt sleep.
    A light enters the room
    You slowly lift your head

    Door is opened.While you're watching,
    The cross on the left side rotates upside down .
    On the right side,
    You see a thing which is darker than the room,
    Moving towards you.

    ...

    ....

    ©dinesh

  • dinesh 2w

    #2

    Its night time,
    You are about to go to your room.
    You open the door in a way that only
    your hand fits,
    You reach for the switch.
    And you felt someone else fingers underneath yours.

    You put the lights on,
    Wide open the door
    And you see no one around.

    That moment haunts you for your
    Whole Life.


    ©dinesh

  • joyfuljoel 2w

    Goodnight
    But
    I hear your ghost
    Come to posses my mind
    You were always quite possessive
    Even now when you're gone
    You still find a way
    To stay with me
    Trapped inside
    My thoughts

    ©joyfuljoel

  • _rashmi_ 2w

    AFRAID
    That those ghosts
    Will chase
    And
    Dig her
    A grave
    She gave up
    LIFE
    And lived
    A LIE.

    ©_rashmi_

  • crissdaniels 2w

    It Waved ...

    The yellow-ish dead light from its eyes seemed to emit its own hunched and on-looking form through the darkness.
    How could such dim orbs illuminate as it did?

    Above the door frame it was perched, nothing for it to clasp some abominable looking claws or limbs to keep it balanced, nothing but the darkness.

    It was a part of the darkness, it did not require my understanding for it to do as it did...and so it glared.

    I was alone, in my bed. Quiet, then two distinct knocks near the wall at my ear...

    I did not jump, I did not move, but the ear nearest the wall did.
    Like a rotating satellite that swivels for the radio waves in the cosmos, my ear felt as though it were going to be torn from my head upon that first "Knock".

    The second knock sent a shiver down my spine.

    My eyes did not take themselves from the entity that watched, but perfect black had my room take on no shape again as this things auric orbs slid closed... I made out through the enshrouding darkness a small limb come from the side of this...thing...three raking extremities.

    It waved.



    ©crissdaniels

  • vishalvizmusic 3w

    GOD

    We ain't god
    We ain't ghost

    We just man
    Who destroy every land
    ©vishalvizmusic