What Is A Ghost Story : A Short Story

It was a cold Friday evening, i was walking home from school and i heard a scream coming from my neighbors house. i walked up the drive and knocked on the door, but nobody answered. i slowly opened the door and creeped in.the house looked empty. i looked around and noticed a blood trail leading to the upstairs hallway. in the hallway there was a kitchen knife on the little corner stand by the stairs. i grabbed the knife just incase i got attaked. i heard crying coming from the other side of one of the upstairs doors. when i opened the door the first thing that i saw was a body lying on the floor and a young girl was hovering over it crying.She looked lke she was either 3 or4. The girl said “ i had to or he would have killed me.” i examoned

I could hear my breathing as if it was a voluntary action. As I saw my mom car come screeching into the driveway, she rushed out, I ran up to her as I tearfully asked, "Is he okay?" With hesitancy and a sorrow- filled voice she said, "He's dead," I screamed over and over again, "No, no, not my brother! Anyone but him!" and I broke down crying, I felt as if I was paralyzed, I felt like I was suffocating; as if a giant hand was clamped around my heart, I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, I wanted for it to not be

Emmeric smelled smoke. He had been enjoying his barley porridge during his break with his younger sister, Emelnie, when he realized something was wrong. He rushed to look out the window of their small home to see where the smoke was coming from. His father’s crops were on fire! Emmeric told his sister to stay put while he went outside to find his father. That was when he saw a large, golden creature surveying the rest of the farm. Emmeric quickly realized that the beast was the cause of the fire. He recognized the scaly creature from stories told by merchant’s from out west. It was a Sunborne, the rarest dragon in Meplioca, Emmeric’s home

Five minutes left of my safe haven. Which means ten minutes until I come back to reality. Ten minutes until I see my father. RING! Sounded the bell, breaking me from my nightmare. I gathered my books and put on my sunglasses. I walked out of the school feeling nauseous. I walked the short distance to my house. My hand shook against the door knob. I turned it, checking to see if it was locked. It was open, so I walked straight in. It was quiet. Too quiet. I walked around looking for my father. I checked the couch, not there. I checked him and my "mothers" room, not there. I let a smile break out on my face. I took a shower, which was very rare. Showers for me are about as common as breakfast in the morning, and breakfast is not common. I got out the shower and dried off. I put on a pair of boxers and shorts and got in my bed. I lied there and thought about the times before my step father. My mom an I were so close. I began to fall asleep as all these thought flooded my mind, and before I know it, I was out cold. I slept for what felt like mere minutes before a cold, hateful voice awoke

I then realize that I'm not in my room anymore. Now I'm in a plain white area with a chrome table and chair. I am all alone. Hello? I get up and walk out the door. I walk out into a plain white hallway with no doors and no end in sight. I start walking. Then running. Then in an instant I’m in slow motion. I turn around and I see a ghost with streaks of blood running from edge to edge, but this ghost isn't wearing a costume. He’s chasing me. Why is he chasing me. Now he is yelling at me to stop. He says he needs to tell me an important message. I run and run and keep running for what seems like years. Bang! I smack into a brick wall. The impact sends me flying backwards. The ghost is upon me now. He is closing is on me. No, stop don’t do this, I yell. I scream as I jump out of bed. The cold sweat has soaked into my entire bed. It is all over my face and hands. I’ve been having this dream for two weeks straight. Every night the dream gets more and more vivid. Also every night, I have a stabbing chest pain when I wake up. I’m at the point to where I can’t even sleep. The lamp on my nightstand to my right flickers on and off. This only enhances my fear for the ghost. I look over at my clock. the numbers read 2:37 a.m. Then the lights become

I breath between tears with at least some hope that my mother will still be alive when I hear a moan on the other side of the bed. I gasp when I see her face down I pick her up and I hold her in my arm and she coughs up blood and between little murmurs I catch her telling me that she loves me and that I need to be strong when all of sudden she stops breathing. I stop to sob because for some reason I forgot who to cry instead I held my mother. Sirens get louder and louder when the front door opens and a bunch of people come in repeating into their radios “two people down and one alive” and five people surrounded me ask me “are you okay” and I just look at them with confusion why would ask me that when it was clear that I had just lost both of my parents. They took my mother away and took me to and ambulance outside of my house. As I was close to the ambulance I look over at the police car and found this teenaged boy who look at me with fury that when I realized that had to be the boy that killed my parents everything went black and just felt my body drop to the

I went back to my room wondering who it could be when suddenly the crying got louder echoing through the apartment hallway. I rushed to the front door and stepped outside. There I saw my brother screeching staring at me helplessly. Soon my dad comes rushing to the door shouting,

I read is in multiple portions since my time was taken for other tasks. Each time I halt the reading, my thoughts were about ‘what will happen next’ and this repeated the more I was into the story.

Claire and I had just come home after tennis practice. When we walked into our apartment we saw that our mom had made a huge fancy meal for us, and I had a small feeling that something was up. My mom looked at me with eyes that looked somehow guilty, but everything seemed fine I guess. After we finished eating we were very tired, so Claire and I went to our separate rooms. Not long after laying down, my dad came in and told me we needed to talk about something. He wanted to talk to me and Claire separately, so we walked downstairs to a private community room in our apartment. He had never done this before and I didn’t know what was wrong, so my heart began pounding loudly in my chest. When I sat down and he told me the news, the pounding stopped. My heart sank. He said that our family couldn’t afford to go to Cathedral anymore, so my sister and I would have to switch schools and attend Sartell High School that year. I walked upstairs slowly afterwards and fell on the floor in my room. I stared at the ceiling waiting for Claire to be told. I don’t think I really believed what my father said to me at the time. I tried not to think. I just

I was sleeping over at a friend’s house when their mom told me that someone wanted to talk to me and handed me a phone. It was the cops and they talked about how they got a call from the neighbor that they heard something going on at my house. The police came in to find my mother's dead body and my dad passed out in his room. I was scared when they came to get me to go and talk to my dad. He was talking about how he had gotten home from work and had no clue where my mother was. Then he went up to his room to take a nap cause at that time he was working nights and then he woke up behind

I remember being on a math class when I received a text saying I was soon going to receive an emergency call. The worst things cross my mind but nothing could ever prepare me to hear what I did. My mother called saying that my sister was under ICU because her former flu had become an odd illness in her lungs. My thoughts immediately went to my father. My younger sister had always been so close to him and I couldn’t even imagine how destroyed he might’ve felt. I was taken to a waiting room at the hospital my sister was in. The moment I arrived, I saw my father pacing back and forth from the bathroom to a chair. He was neither crying or sad but he did seem desperate as if his life was on the verge of being taken away and he was barely holding

That day I did not see him. I was scared, tears were falling from my eyes. I screamed calling his name, again and again, another day he used to hear at one call, but they day he did not hear me. I went closer to my Grandmother and asked her “where is Grandfather”, she did not answer me, and she starts crying. I asked everyone and no one answered me. I was left over with only one choice, and it was to uncover the white clothes. I slowly start moving forward, and I reached near, I closed my eyes and slowly grabbed the clothes. And I saw my Grandfather underneath it dead. I was unconscious and my friend pours water on me and wakes me

When his foot steps finally faded away, I found the strength to get up and run. I was going to make it to the back door in my parents room, and without stopping, bust through it. I felt like freedom was just outside. I didn’t wait long enough. I couldn’t stay on my feet. There was too much blood. I slipped all over my moms ceramic tile. Again as soon as I reached the back door, I heard him. I screamed so loud. I called out for my step dad, hoping if I pretended he was outside, he would leave me alone. It was then I felt his hands around my neck. I gasped for air, but I had none. The last thought I

I woke up to the sound of crying. It was 3 o’clock in the morning and I had been alone before it went to bed. It was a very strange feeling especially because it was extremely freezing when I was woken. As I got up to check around my house the lights went off. It was pitch black, I couldn't see a thing. I ran down stair so I could look for a flashlight, finally I got one and turned it on. I then started to follow the sound of where the crying was coming from. It seemed as if it was coming from the basement. I was too afraid to go look by myself, but I was alone and I needed to check it out.

Opening my eyes, I spotted my loving father running towards me with a shocking and worried view on his face. He picked me up with his protective gentle but rough, hard-working hands. With uneasiness he asked me if I was going to be okay. My side was killing like the feeling of being stabbed by a knife. While my face dripping blood everywhere, I tried to mutter out “yes” through the sprinkling tears and shaking of my body. A lady then pulled over to the side of the road and dashed to us. She proceeded to ask my dad what happened and if he needed any help. He told her anxiously what had happened and that we were fine. My dad carried me to the little car where he laid me down in the front seat after giving me a gentle kiss on my forehead. The seat felt miniature and