#ghoststory

[enchantedbook]

'The Ghost Story' by Alfred Bestall, 1930.

[fics-by-noworriesifnot]

Ch3/19: “Lonely Souls.” (~’o’)~

My greatest fear is that I will post one of these out of sequence and not realise...

A bit to unpack here!! We're dipping our little toe into angsty waters... I hope you enjoy. This chapter was such a challenge. There was so much I wanted to convey in just a dozen slides.

I’m going to keep the text description just to Ao3 I think, going forward? It kept getting cut off here and I don’t have the kind of personality that can continue to let that happen.

[hauntnowpod]

None of the other social medias get this sneak peek. Only you, Tumblr.

[visionproductions2008]

💀 Enter if you dare... 💜🔊 Beware the haunting whispers of Lavender Town. These posters hold secrets that echo the eerie tones of the infamous LavenderTownSyndrome. Can you handle the chills? Or will the melody drive you to the edge? 👁️🌀 Listen closely... but not too close.

[dwellerofthedark]

CHRISTMAS GHOST MASTERPIECE: 'A Christmas Carol--STAVE FOUR' by Charles ...

[barnun]

I'll take you places you've never been . Show you things you've never seen. I'll watch the life run out of you.

Alma Mobly- ghost story

[tobylitt]

LILIAN'S SPELL BOOK (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/9002922-lilian%27s-spell-book?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=TobyLitt Jeane Jonson and her family inherit a haunted house - a house haunted in a very special, very beautiful way - a way that could either destroy or wildly transform their whole world.

[shirine0]

“are you sorry yet?”

[gemmagrifff]

Spooky Season is here!

👻 Got a chilling tale for you that might just give you goosebumps. Did you know that even in the digital age, the supernatural can find a way to haunt us? 😱 Check out my latest post for a modern-day ghost story that'll keep you up all night.

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Secrets of the Abandoned Theatre Shaina Tranquilino September 30, 2024

The wind howled as Mia, Lucas, Sarah, and Ben stood before the crumbling façade of the abandoned Crestwood Theatre. The moon cast long, eerie shadows across the street, and the decaying building loomed over them, as if daring them to step inside. Crestwood had been closed for nearly fifty years, ever since the tragic fire that had burned it down during a performance. Rumour had it that the final show, The Phantom’s Masquerade, had never reached its conclusion. The fire had erupted without warning, claiming the lives of several cast members and the director. Ever since, people in town whispered that strange things happened inside the old theatre. Shadows moved on their own, strange melodies drifted out into the night, and lights flickered through the boarded-up windows—despite there being no electricity.

"Are we really doing this?" Sarah asked, her voice trembling.

Lucas grinned, shaking a flashlight in his hand. "Come on, it'll be fun. What’s a little ghost hunt between friends?"

Ben, always the practical one, folded his arms. "I don’t know. People say this place is cursed for a reason."

Mia, the quietest of the group, felt an odd pull toward the building. She didn’t know why, but something about the Crestwood had always fascinated her, even frightened her. It wasn’t just the tragic fire; it was something more, something… unfinished. Without a word, she walked toward the heavy, broken doors.

Inside, the air was thick with dust, and the remnants of a once-grand theatre lay in ruins. Red velvet seats, now torn and decaying, lined the sloping floor leading to a stage draped in thick cobwebs. A broken chandelier hung precariously from the ceiling, swaying ever so slightly in the cold draft.

Mia shivered, but it wasn’t from the cold. "We shouldn’t be here," she whispered.

Ben scoffed. "No kidding."

"Let’s just take a quick look around and get out of here," Lucas said, clicking on his flashlight and shining it across the rows of forgotten seats.

As the beam swept across the darkened theatre, something glinted from the stage. It was faint, barely noticeable, but enough to make Mia’s heart skip a beat. Without thinking, she moved toward the stage.

"Hey, Mia!" Lucas called after her. "Where are you going?"

She didn’t answer. Her eyes were fixed on the spot where she had seen the glint. There was something there—something waiting.

The others followed, reluctantly climbing onto the stage behind her. Up close, the smell of old smoke still lingered in the air, as though the fire had never truly gone out. The curtains, now tattered and singed, fluttered slightly as if moved by an unseen hand.

"This is giving me the creeps," Sarah murmured.

As they reached the center of the stage, Mia suddenly froze. There, lying at her feet, was a charred mask—half burned, half pristine. It was a prop from the final performance of The Phantom’s Masquerade. She bent down to pick it up, but the moment her fingers touched the mask, the theatre changed.

The air grew thick, and a deep chill swept through the building. A low hum of music began to play, distant but growing louder. The friends exchanged uneasy glances as the ghostly melody filled the room.

Suddenly, the dim emergency lights that lined the aisles flickered on, casting a sickly glow over the seats. Lucas swung his flashlight wildly, but it wasn’t his light that illuminated the room—it was something else. The theatre was coming alive.

Then, they heard it.

Soft whispers. Laughter. The distant applause of an invisible audience.

"Oh my God," Sarah whispered. "Do you hear that?"

Mia clutched the mask tightly, her heart pounding in her chest. "We need to leave. Now."

But before they could move, a shadowy figure emerged from behind the torn curtains. It was dressed in a tattered costume from the show, its face hidden beneath a mask identical to the one Mia held. The figure moved with a slow, deliberate grace, as if it were still performing the role it had been cast in all those years ago.

"It’s a ghost," Ben gasped, backing away.

The figure turned toward them, raising a hand as if beckoning them closer. Its mask glinted in the dim light, and behind it, Mia could swear she saw hollow, empty eyes staring back at her.

Suddenly, the stage beneath their feet began to shake. The wood groaned as if under immense pressure, and the faint smell of smoke grew stronger. Flames—tiny at first—licked at the edges of the stage, curling around the old, decaying wood.

"We have to go!" Lucas shouted, grabbing Mia’s arm.

But she couldn’t move. She was rooted to the spot, her eyes locked on the ghostly figure. The whispers grew louder, the laughter more intense. The ghost raised its other hand, and with a sudden, violent gust of wind, the flames surged higher, engulfing the stage.

"No!" Mia screamed, finally breaking free from her trance.

She threw the mask down onto the stage, and as it hit the floor, the flames vanished. The theatre fell silent. The whispers stopped, the music faded, and the figure disappeared into the shadows.

The friends stood frozen, staring at the charred mask, still lying on the floor where Mia had dropped it. The air was thick with tension, but the theatre was quiet again. Too quiet.

Without a word, they bolted for the exit, not daring to look back. Outside, the cold night air felt like a relief, though their hearts were still pounding with terror.

"What just happened?" Sarah gasped, clutching her chest.

"It was them," Mia said quietly, staring back at the dark theatre. "The cast. They never finished their final performance. They’re still trapped in there, reliving that night over and over again."

Lucas shook his head, disbelief in his eyes. "We have to tell someone—"

"No one would believe us," Ben interrupted, his face pale. "Besides, I think it’s better if we just… let them be."

Mia nodded, her thoughts still lingering on the mask and the shadowy figure that had haunted the stage. As they walked away from the theatre, the wind picked up again, carrying with it a faint, haunting melody.

The final performance of The Phantom’s Masquerade was far from over.

And it never would be.

[humblymybrain]

"A Strange Ghost Story."

Reported ghost story at the St. Vincent Archabbey in the mid-19th century.

It is said that there are no specific ghost stories directly attributed to St. Vincent Archabbey, but this article published by the Holmes County Republican on March 15, 1860, tells a different story.

[enchantedbook]

From Charles Dickens's 'A Christmas Carol' - Jacob Marley's Ghost illustration by John Leech, 1843.

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[hauntnowpod]

We're more than halfway to our first milestone, at $268. Who will be the first to get the ball rolling again today?

[dwellerofthedark]

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[cpasta384]

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