947 posts
  • g_h_o_s_t 1w

    Standing at the edge of life and death
    Just need a little push
    To determine whether you'd see me tomorrow
    Or you'd see me in a coffin

    Got three people by my side me to help me
    My love
    My family
    My friends

    Who do you'll think will push me to my death or will save my soul

  • srnjj17 1w


    Im digging graves
    For all my feelings
    And burying them alive
    Saying farewell
    To everything I held inside
    It's my turn to be the ghost
    I'll make everyone see
    Even I'm gonna be dead to me.

    Cut my soul open so it bleeds
    Give me some kind of release
    The pressure, the weight
    It's all too much for me

  • brisky 1w

    Your memory is ecstasy

  • senaashita 2w

    As I withered away

    I watched her fall out of love

    I saw her move on

    Like those days never exist

    Of when she wailed

    Just how she screamed

    It brought me pain

    Even if I caused it

    I watched her start to smile

    I saw her stop crying

    It hurts me, but who am I to her anymore

    A mere ghost haunting her life

    Stalking for this life to bestow

    Someone more human

    More innocent

    Like hers, shall I hope.

    Oh, This is nothing but a punishment

    When you die for one

    To watch their lover fall in love

    In love with another man

    Lord, shall thee remember the day

    When you stay above the ground

    Only to wither away


  • knowable 5w


    Creep, crawl, go on all fours,
    But deal with the dark.
    If the world is a scary place,
    'Be the Ghost'!

  • kajalpawar2911 5w

    "Is it your reality or the nightmare which you dread?
    Would you believe that I am a ghost if I were dead?"

  • _kawaiiyuki_ 6w

    There's this girl who sits infront of me in the classroom,
    She flaunts her fingers , I wonder how would they look braided in my living room. Even looking at all those kid's lunch boxes makes me want to puke, there's a reason why people like me eat their food in a bathroom behind a closed half broken door.
    I wonder if the guy who always scores 100/100 knows that there's someone who wants to shove a pen down his damn throat, You are too a fool to think that it's mere jealousy when it's a euphoria of me fighting my ghosts. For seeing myself everyday hanged in a room of 52 has become beautiful scenery , lost in it's altitude.
    #ghost #scary #lost #anxeity #pain #maniac #mirakee #mirakeeworld #wod #pod @mirakeeworld @miraquill @writersnetwork

    Read More

    Fingers Braided In Her Skin


  • rayna11 7w

    Something followed me home from the woods

    The house I lived in with my dad, stepmom and step sister when I was in high school was super haunted. My dad and stepmom recently sold the house. God willing I'll never have to go back, so I figured it was safe enough to tell some of the stories from my time there. This story is from just a week or two after we moved in.

    Our house sat on a pretty steep incline. In the back there was room for a concrete patio and a little space for a vegetable garden. Past that, the ground sloped steeply up into very thick woods that were full of oak, birch and pine trees. The woods were pretty wild, but there was an obvious path that led straight off from our property into the thicket. It ignited my stepsister's curiosity as soon as she saw it.

    She was a few years younger than me. I think she was about twelve when we moved in and I would have been fourteen or fifteen. Rita, my stepsister, was on me from the second we moved in to go into the woods with her. I used to go hiking with my dad before he started dating my stepmom, so to her that made me an expert on nature. But, the thickness of the underbrush in the woods behind the house really put me off.

    Eventually, I gave in to Rita's constant wheedling and agreed to explore the woods behind the house. I talked Rita into putting on long pants to protect from brambles and we set out into the woods.

    The incline was really steep and only got steeper the further we went in. The weeds and brambles along the forest floor were thick and cloying, clinging to our pants legs and pricking at our skin even through our jeans. The path we were following was narrow and roamed left to right seeking the easiest way past trees and bushes. It was probably a path used by deer and foxes and we struggled to follow it.

    I remember Rita saying, "This is so cool! It's a for real forest right behind our house!" and trying not to scoff where she could hear or see it. I already felt like I was too old to play around in the woods. Those thoughts aside, I thought it was unwelcoming and king of creepy. Definitely not the kind of place I would have wanted to play even when I was her age.

    It was quiet in the woods. As we stepped deeper and higher, the incline just kept going up and and up. We didn't hear any bird sounds insects. It seemed like the only sound was what our feet made as they pushed through the underbrush and what the wind made as it blew hot sticky summer air against our backs.

    After a few minutes of hard going, the incline started to even out and soon we were walking downward, the forest floor now sloping away down into a valley.

    "Have you ever been out in the woods like this before?" Rita asked, holding onto the back of my shirt as she cautiously descended down deeper into the woods. She was stepping carefully in my footsteps as she picked her way down.

    "Not like this," I told her, holding onto a crooked tree as I held a hand out to help her over a fallen log. "We went to public parks mostly. They maintain their forests so they aren't congested like this."

    "Isn't it exciting to have this as our backyard?" she asked with a smile, her hand small and strong in mine as she hauled herself over the tree.

    "Yeah, it is pretty nice," I agreed even though I privately thought that the woods were too wild to be much fun to walk in. We had only been hiking for maybe fifteen minutes and I was already starting to breath faster due to the harsh incline.

    We went a little farther and heard the sound of running water. It was the first sound other than the wind that we had heard since entering the woods.

    "A stream!" Rita exclaimed. "Do you think it's at the bottom of the valley?" she asked excited.

    "Yeah, probably," I grunted. "But, don't rush! You don't want to fall and get hurt in here." I kept a hand out to help her along all the same. The image of her with a twisted ankle or broken leg filled me with anxiety and I tried to keep a hand on her as she hurried ahead of me.

    The stream was at the bottom of the valley, a small but fast moving creek that was perfectly clear. The bottom was covered in a fine silt and tiny rounded stones. Looking close we saw that there were little minnows swimming at the edges where the current wasn't as fast.

    We both took off our shoes and socks, rolled up our pant legs and waded into the water. In the center it came up to our calves and , the current was swift. The water was blessedly cool and felt great against my feet. Rita was delighted, picking up stones to put in her pockets and watching the little fish swim around her feet and brush against her toes. For the first time since we started to push through the woods, I was happy that Rita had suggested it. This was a great find and was worth the hard work to get to it.

    Then, seemingly out of the blue, I was struck with this strong feeling that I was being watched.

    It was bright even that deep in the woods. The air was hot and the wind through the trees was humid. Even so I got a cold chill that ran down my back and suddenly my throat and stomach were in knots. There was some part of my brain, like this primal hind brain that pricked up and said 'holy fuck you are in DANGER'. I froze, barely daring to breathe, and looked around as much as I could without moving my head and I saw it.

    I'm still not really sure what it was. It was standing further down the stream, which steadily moved lower between the hills. It was standing up straight and perfectly still in the center of the stream watching us. Small trees and shrubs grew all along the creek and leaned into the space above it to stretch for sunlight. This made it hard to see the person or figure through them. Their face was obscured by branches and leaves, but I could make out a little of their body and everything about it made me feel something was wrong down to the marrow in my bones.

    They were in a human shape, standing up, arms at their sides, their legs straight knees locked. The water was visibly burbling around their shins so they were displacing the water. But, they were completely black. Not like matte black like they were painted black or wearing black clothing. Like, a complete absence of

    light and color as if their shape was punched out of the air around them.

    I grabbed Rita's arm as she danced past me, probably too hard for someone so much smaller than me. I remember in the corner of my eye I saw her turn to me with a narrow look, like she thought she was going to fight me. Then, she looked where I was looking and saw it. I was able to watch out of the corner of her eye as her body went through the same things mine had. She froze, her eyes went wide, her breathing shallow. Then, I felt her muscles tense and her knees bend. I realized we were like deer who had just spotted a predator. Some part of us realized we were prey and that the next few seconds would decide if we got out of this or not.

    With a single shove, I pushed us both into movement. Rita took off up the embankment into the woods with a kind of grace and brutality I didn't realize she was capable of. Without her shoes, she leapt from rock, to root, to fallen tree like it was something she had done every day for years. Being bigger and bulkier than her, I didn't feel nearly as graceful but I felt that my panic and the adrenaline pounding between my ears made up for it. I kept up with her, pushing her with a hand between her shoulder blades or at the seat of her butt whenever I caught up.

    Behind us, there was the horrible silence. We were a cacophony of crashing noises ripping through the woods and all around us, no birds sang, no insects chirped, not even the wind whistled through the trees.

    That whole run back through the woods was a blur. I never once looked back for fear of what I would see and I didn't see Rita look back either. I kept my eyes glued to her back, carefully watched her every footfall in constant fear that she would slip or fall, but she never did.

    Once we crashed back through the edge of the woods and into our yard, it was like the sound was suddenly turned back on. Not that Rita or I cared. We continued running as fast as our bodies would take us for the house and once inside we slammed the back door shut and I slid the deadlock home. I pressed my back against the door with my breath heaving for a moment before running to the front door and locking it as well. Then I went window to window on the first floor making sure they were all locked and that the curtains were pulled. Only once that was done did I collapse onto the living room floor with Rita.

    "We left our shoes and socks by the creek," she wheezed, sticking her muddy feet into the air where I could see them.

    "Who fucking cares," I gasped back. "I'll tell dad I lost them," I added.

    That was really the start of it all. After it happened, for a while Rita and I assumed we had left whatever it was down in the creek. We knew our parents wouldn't believe us, so we never brought it up to them.

    But, we didn't leave it behind. It followed us home and it made the next few years in that house utter hell. I have a lot more stories to tell about what happened after that, if you guys want to hear it. Let me know what you think.


  • charlieka 8w

    Sea Ghost

    A laugh in the sea of sadness
    ghosts that swim in schools
    circle closer for a taste
    caught in the undertow
    give in to the current
    and vanish

  • g_h_o_s_t 14w

    My last defense

    You broke the last defense to my heart
    And rose a gate up to keep my broken heart in a cage
    And created a dungeon at the entrance of heart
    To prevent anyone from getting my heart so that it can remain in eternal slumber
    To make sure your name is still engraved on my heart
    To make sure I stay in check and never love again
    To make sure that the pieces of my heart never merge again
    And for what reason
    I gave you love
    I gave you hope
    I gave you comfort
    I gave you my all
    And what did I get in return
    Endless torment

  • bettrickcard 15w

    The man from West Cape

    From Kisumu to Zanzibar
    One story
    One knife
    One guitar
    One wife

    He played his stringed instrument
    He stroked his brown beard
    With salty lips he kissed the bottle

    The Devil wept as he walked around
    His song of songs
    His ghastly tune
    He robbed many of sleep that night

    I might have lost my head in the song
    He might have stolen a heart or two
    I still remember his song to date
    Though the lyrics I cannot sing
    Though the tune I cannot hum
    It sings so defiantly in my mind

    From coat to coast
    From Kisumu to Zanzibar
    A man of no means
    A man with no shoes
    He smells of beer
    He inspires fear

    But his songs they slap
    Like the minister and gilbeys
    His songs .. they preach
    Like his wife's thighs
    They put you in a trance

    That trip for all to remember
    From Kisumu to Zanzibar
    One story
    One knife
    One guitar
    One wife

  • pallavi4 18w


    She was all alone one night
    Walking home solitarily
    The streets were lonesome and deserted
    The moon asleep wearily

    She sauntered home in the dark
    Frightened, frazzled and scared
    Afraid of her own shadow, she was sure
    Someone would have her ensnared

    As she was walking she felt
    Someone behind her begin to chase
    She quickened her steps into a jog
    Petrified to turn around and him face

    She could hear footsteps trailing after her
    Accelerating as she increased her pace
    She wasn’t very far away now thankfully
    From her own place

    As he closed in she felt
    A gust of wind whoosh past her ear
    She was forced to turn around
    And stand face to face with her fear

    She opened her eyes she had instinctively
    Closed to keep herself from seeing something bad
    Shivering she searched for her attacker
    Only discovering a black robe in which he had been clad

    Shaking as she picked up the black robe
    She looked around the abandoned street
    Nothing but the sound of crickets could be heard
    And the sound of her own heartbeat

    She breathed in deeply to calm herself
    And the pounding heart she could feel
    A draft twirled around her as she turned
    From her head to her cold feet

    It was as though she was being embraced
    In a passionate hug by something she couldn’t see
    She wondered if she were going crazy and said aloud
    “What the hell is happening to me !”

    The minute she was released from the tight grip
    That nearly squeezed the life out of her
    She ran to her house soaked in sweat
    Inspite of wearing a coat lined with fur

    Unsteadily she unlocked the house
    And collapsed after shutting the door
    She sat bewildered at what had happened
    Puzzled and staring at the floor

    Unable to grasp the contents of the night
    And make out what had come to pass
    Slowly after braving the shock she stood
    And poured water for herself in a glass

    All her life she would wonder if or not
    She had seen what she thought she’d seen
    The cloak hung behind her bedroom door confusing her
    A symbol of what had really been


    18th of September, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- “Late night drives in Alaska” by Hannah Kemp

    #ensnarec #ensnare #writersbay @writersbay #stories_in_poems #horror #ghost_stories #ghost #scary_poems #scary @writersnetwork #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

    Read More


  • thewritingbunny 20w


    I walked past it today, that abandoned cafe where they once hung out. It's stupid how you can still see the steam that came off their regular unchanged menu still on the glass pane and then I wonder. Damn. That's what's ghosts are. A lil bit of fog and a handprint on your transperent glass memory that once was.. just like they show in the movies when spirits are around. Stupid how that's blurry too. A lil drizzle then starts crashing on the glasses window and the illusions disappear & with it drowns the sounds of someone singing 'Into the unknown' off beat. Should I chime in and sing along.. keep it going on in my head. Nah.. the rain's getting heavier and then the soul felt too cold to do so. As unknowingly I walked towards to place.. I walk away unknowingly...



  • lollipop71 24w

    Who Could It Be?

    The darkness of the room is welcoming me to ponder
    And I see that I yearn for the quiet of the night and the
    Darkness finds me sitting in the corner of this room
    Rocking back and forth wishing and praying to be left with
    Only myself.
    The dark room where there should have been only me,
    Appeared to be another being lurking in the dark.
    A noise startled me suddenly, when in front of me a
    Ghost held the night. Then came what I thought to be
    footsteps? Could it be someone else is in the room?

  • black_p_m 24w

    Dead thoughts

    The bitter taste of war
    Leaves the scene as peace approaches.
    100 are blessed with Knighthood
    While the chivalrous are stuck in the trenches.

    Ghosted. What would it mean now
    If I lost it and destroyed everything white?

  • akshay_vasu 25w

    You are a ghost, filled with stardust, wearing the bones as the shield, and the skin as the cape, fighting every day and opening up to the new wounds in the hustle of hiding the old scars.

    - Akshay Vasu

  • passionate_prism 25w



  • jmaj161914 27w

    Dark soul

    Here he stands
    Alone but not when
    Where does he go
    Into the hearts of men
    Fear it's hunger
    He laughs in delight
    For he was just a stranger
    Now he's your best friend at night

  • laven_ 28w

    Supernatural Love

    A boy fell in love with a ghost,
    when he needed love the most.

    Chasing after her,
    Never to be found.
    Cutting corners
    Fading through walls
    Without a single sound.

    A boy who loved a ghost,
    Was being haunted the most.

    Fear grasping his throat
    His mind a constant reminder,
    Of why he can never have her.
    Leaving scars on his heart,
    Tearing him apart
    Because of his paranormal love.

    Always in sight
    But out of reach.
    Barriers between them
    With worlds apart.
    But he never stopped trying.

    She will never know
    That he loved her so,
    The boy that chased after what he wanted most
    Was so desperate to be loved.

    Until he too, became a ghost

    #love #ghost #stories #poetry

    Read More

    Supernatural Love

    A boy fell in love with a ghost,
    when he needed love the most.

    Chasing after her,
    Never to be found.
    Cutting corners
    Fading through walls
    Without a single sound.

    A boy who loved a ghost,
    Was being haunted the most.

    Fear grasping his throat
    His mind a constant reminder,
    Of why he can never have her.
    Leaving scars on his heart,
    Tearing him apart
    Because of his paranormal love.

    Always in sight
    But out of reach.
    Barriers between them
    With worlds apart.
    But he never stopped trying.

    She will never know
    That he loved her so,
    The boy that chased after what he wanted most
    Was so desperate to be loved.

    Until he too, became a ghost

  • darkmoon696 28w

    I wonder if we'll know in the aftermath that death took over and left us dead.

    @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworld @mirakee_post

    #monsters #creatures #scary #horror #blood #fear #ghost #dark #accident #sad #death #debris

    Read More

    The Rail Accident

    Making my way through the debris, I walk slowly to the corner of the warehouse.

    'How have I ended up here', I ask myself.
    'Where is my wife?', I exclaim as I stand still, gazing at the debris.

    'She'll soon be here, my child', a semi-transparent figure what appears to be an old lady affirms.
    'Be here? What is even this place? And why can I look through you?', I ask her.

    'You don't remember, do you?', she replies.
    'The last thing I remember is having a drink with my wife on the train as we entered a tunnel', I say as I have a look at the debris again.

    'This is what is left of that train, my child. And now you are one of us', she says and vanishes.