Short horror ghost story novel

Short ghost stories are always read by people, because scary ghost stories can relax nervous people and enliven the atmosphere. The following is a short horror ghost story I prepared for you. I hope you like it!

A short horror ghost story novel

I was six years old that year.

? Mom, I heard that voice again! ?

? Don't talk nonsense, children, there is no sound! Go to sleep! ?

At this time, I was snuggling in my mother's arms, and I obviously felt my mother's body shaking. At an early age, I knew that she had gone home.

Things should start from this year's Tomb-Sweeping Day. As we all know, Tomb-Sweeping Day should not only prepare Yuanbao candles, but also prepare some cooked food for ancestors to enjoy. In my hometown, cooked food is usually made of pigs, ducks and squid. Because of this, you must boil a pot of boiling water before cooking. At that time, because I lived in a community developed from a cemetery not long ago, there were fewer residents, and many people extended the front and back yards by several meters to boil water for cooking. There is a neighbor named Zheng right behind my house. People call him Brother Zheng. Brother Zheng uses the front yard to cook and the backyard to boil water and chop wood. On the day I arrived in Tomb-Sweeping Day, every family was busy offering sacrifices to their ancestors, so children were easily ignored by adults that day, and so was Brother Zheng. He neglected their little girl. The little girl usually likes to play in the backyard. This day is no exception, but today a pot of boiling water was cooked in the backyard! Looking at the steaming in the creaking cauldron, the little girl walked slowly past.

? What kind of tribute are you going to prepare this year? Zheng Sansao said to the neighbors passing by.

? We have prepared a roast pig, and you! ?

? Oh! We have prepared roast duck. ?

Just before they exchanged greetings, a shrill scream rang around. At this time, Sister Zheng suddenly realized something and rushed to the backyard. In the backyard, I saw the little girl lying on the ground, her skin red and steaming, and the water in the pot beside her was slowly flowing out. Seeing this scene, Zheng Sansao was stunned.

? what are you reading? Take it to the hospital! ? The neighbor who came running together said.

At this time, Zheng Sansao came to her senses and cried out to send the little girl to the hospital. But the traffic was inconvenient at that time, and it was also a long process. Unfortunately, the doctor pronounced her dead because the boiling water burned her so badly. It's getting dark, this Tomb-Sweeping Day, this family not only remembers their ancestors, but also grieves the little girl. People can't come back to life after death, so the family can only take the little girl's body back to her hometown for burial! But this is not the end of the story, but the beginning of a story.

In our hometown, the first seven days are unlucky. The old man said that in the first seven days, ghosts would come back with the souls of the dead. If there is anyone at home, the deceased will miss his family too much and take them all away. Therefore, in the first seven days, the family members of the deceased will not sleep at home. On the seventh birthday of the little girl, Zheng Sange had taken her family to the hotel to rent a house. In the past, people seldom entertained. After 10 at night, there were only insects and frogs around, but today, I heard a strange cry.

? Mom ~ ~ mom ~ ~ I want to go home ~ ~?

? I am so ~ ~ scared ~ ~ I want to go home ~ ~?

This uninterrupted cry, accompanied by the sound of chains mopping the floor, echoed around. At that time, when I was young, I might not feel anything, but now I feel creepy when I think about it. At that time, my mother's room and mine were closest to Zheng Sange's front yard, so I could hear clearly. It sounds like someone wandering in Zheng Sange's front yard, suddenly far and near, with a slow tone, like a ghost story. This cry has been going on.

The next day, the neighbors began to talk about it. Some people say that the little girl's soul has returned, but it was immediately denied by atheists, because they thought it might be the female cat named sex, and superstitious people refused to accept it. They think that the mother cat can only cry like a baby at most, and there will be no sound of talking and chains. In this way, they insisted on discussing for a long time without a conclusion until Zheng Sange came back. In fact, Zheng Sange was very surprised by these things and doubted that they were true.

But they all firmly believe that no matter who is awakened in his sleep or talks about the night, they have heard this sound. Anyway, this matter has worried many people a lot. The next night, the sad voice came unexpectedly, and now people are more worried. Even Zheng Sange's family was scared. This sound lasted for more than a month, especially on rainy days or the fifteenth day of the first day. Finally someone can't help it.

At the beginning of the sound in the middle of the night, I used a flashlight to find the sound source, but I didn't see anything. When the flashlight was turned off and I went home to sleep, the sound started again, and then I took another photo. The sound is gone and turned off again. Over and over again, those brave people are afraid, but they are helpless. Some old people want Zhengge to ask Lingpo to see what's going on.

I was forced to ask Lingpo, but this question doesn't matter. The answer made us suddenly tongue-tied, because the answer given by Lingpo was that Yan didn't accept the little girl's time yet, so she was only handcuffed and asked to go back and come back then. The little girl died not in the backyard, but on the way to the hospital, so from the moment she died, she could only go home every night, but Zheng Sange kept the door closed and had to stay. Whether this is true or not, many people believed it at that time anyway, so no one dared to mention what happened to the little girl. Zheng Sansao was even more remorseful and burst into tears.

It may be because guilt gave Zheng Sansao courage. On the night after asking the spiritual woman, the crying sounded, and Zheng Sansao summoned up her courage and shouted at the front yard. Dear daughter, it's mom. Sorry, you have a good rest! Don't come back, you'll scare the neighbors. ? After Mrs. Zheng shouted, her crying stopped for a while, but it started again soon, and she cried even more sadly. I seem to understand what Zheng Sansao said and keep shouting? Mom, mom, open the door. ? Feelings are really wonderful things. It can actually talk across the boundaries of yin and yang. This time, the sound source is not like the sound source walking around in front, but coming from the fixed door, accompanied by the sound of knocking on the iron door. Unfortunately, Zheng Sansao didn't open the door, but sobbed inside. There's nothing anyone can do about this. Reality won't be like a ghost hug in a movie, but it is possible to stay away from others because of this matter. The Zheng brothers lived here and soon moved away, leaving only their elderly parents to live, but the crying was still there.

Short horror ghost stories II

It's late at night, and Xiaohua is still doing his homework. He always felt as if someone was spying on him in the corner of the room, but he suddenly turned around several times to find something, but he always found nothing.

His back was cold, so he got up the courage to close all the curtains quickly, shut the door, then turn on the desk lamp, chandelier and even flashlight and listen carefully to everything around him.

The night was deep and quiet, and there was no sound except his breathing.

? Maybe I'm paranoid. ? Xiaohua comforted herself. After all, he has been accompanied by his parents since childhood, but this time his parents are on a business trip at the same time, which is not a small exercise for him.

I haven't finished my homework. It would be terrible if I were caught by the teacher tomorrow. He took a deep breath and then sat down to continue writing. Who knows, the moment I picked up the pen, the feeling of being peeked came again! This time, he felt particularly strong, as if the other person was standing behind him, staring at himself with his head down.

? Ah! ? Xiaohua let out a cry and suddenly turned around.

Eyes rested on the star poster on the wall. I see! Xiaohua's heart finally fell to the ground. There is a poster in the fashion magazine that I just bought today. He posted it on the wall.

He smiled wryly, where there is peeping, this is clearly to scare yourself.

Xiaohua finished her homework quickly, then turned off the lights and lay down. He stared at the poster posted on the wall in the dark. A's smile looks good, but she always feels strange and can't say it.

Xiaohua lay awake for a long time, so she turned on the light and picked up a magazine to kill time. I turned over two pages at random, and the strong feeling of being peeked came again. He raised his head and his scalp was numb in an instant. A in the poster turned his face and stared at himself straight, which was completely different from the angle just now.

Xiaohua was surprised and finally thought of why she always felt something was wrong. He saw a big word on the cover of the magazine to give back to readers, and a big poster of B star.

Short horror ghost story novel No.3

I don't know when I came to this castle. It was completely dark when I found it. Although I have always longed to live in a big castle, I didn't realize the various horror scenes described in the novel until I really got there.

Every time I wander around the castle, I always feel that someone is following me. At the moment of turning around, I can always see the shadow flash into the corner faster than my eyes. Every dark corner, I can feel those living things crawling inside, staring at me with bloodshot eyes, as if they would rush out and bite my artery at any moment. Every morning, when I wake up in a wet bed, there are always strange twisted footprints and residual black blood on the floor.

The most frustrating thing is that no matter how you look for it, you can't find any traces of the second person in the huge castle. But every day my household garbage, broken decorations and so on will be cleaned up, as if the castle is a self-cleaning life.

You asked me why I didn't go out. You think I haven't tried? The door stood there quietly, mottled with black rust, watching the change of time coldly. No one stood guard and no one stopped me from approaching it, but I didn't dare. I don't know what is outside the door, and I don't know what is hidden behind that door. It's better to stay in this castle than to take risks, just plain, forget it.

On this day, I sat in the hall drinking tea. Cold cups, moldy tea. Through the cold floor-to-ceiling window with water droplets, I looked through the courtyard and saw the iron gate. I began to wonder what kind of world is outside the door. Will it be different from the eternal haze and sunny days where people come and go?

Suddenly, I felt something strange behind me. I suddenly turned my head and saw that many bulges began to appear on the wall. When I take a closer look, they are still crawling and growing. Faces gradually become clear, and many people seem to be struggling out of the wall and trying to drag me into it!

I finally had enough of all this, jumped up from my seat and rushed to the iron gate without hesitation. I heard all kinds of fast crawling sounds behind me, and screams. I looked back and found that many skinless monsters were desperately chasing me with deformed postures.

Just as a pair of red hands were trying to catch me, the iron gate stood in front of me, unlocked and no one stopped me. I escaped without any difficulty. The cry behind him disappeared instantly, and everything was dead again.

With a long sigh of relief, I stabilized my mood and looked forward. Disappointed, his eyes are still gloomy and cold. At the foot of the road, the dense bodies blocked the way, the smell of decay was everywhere, and the danger was everywhere.

Forget it, I'd better go back. No matter how dangerous the castle is, it is also a place to live. I think so. Turn around.

Guess what I saw?

Yes, the castle beyond the door has disappeared, leaving only the pale moon, smiling coldly at my despair, in this empty city.

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