A Ghost Story Ending Explained Novels & Stories

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

The lady looked at him afterward and then vanished. A while later, the electricity returned to our house. Uncle stood up and turned on the lights. All of us were silent, and shuddered at the tale told to us by Uncle. But then he turned around and we suddenly could see a terrified look slowly showing up on his face... To be continued... ++++++++ Yes, dear reader there will be more to come So, this is your beloved Storyteller, biding you goodbye and goodnight for now. We hope to see you again soon so you can continue reading this tale in the Supernatural Spa.

Claire had a surprised expression on her face as she asked, “Mom, what’s wrong with you?” Elaine was extremely solemn as she said, “Let me tell you. Someone was killed by a ghost at the Mount Phoenix Cemetery last night! Even his brain was completely sucked out! It is said that he was bleeding out of his seven orifices when he died, and there was a big hole on the top of his head. As a result, his head turned out to be an empty shell with nothing inside at all!”

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

“Drink, little—” Lucky. Why? she thought. Why didn’t I stop at three? She wiped away the tears, the movement impatient and quick. Like the ghosts sitting opposite, or leaning against the wall, or standing at the window watching their hungry brethren on the avenue below, that day refused to die. “That was the end,” she said to the memory blackening the corner. “At twenty-four, that was the end. But who cares?” You do. Those ghosts who refused the grave drew closer. The Silent in expensive gold. The Favored with the heavy eyes. The heat, the red. The low table with the brew—

The Ghost stood at the far end of the room, gun smoking. "Ayesha!" Adrian shouted, but she waved him off. She wasn’t done. With one last burst of strength, she raised her weapon— And fired. The Ghost stumbled back, clutching his side, eyes wide with shock. For the first time, he looked afraid. "You—" he gasped. Ayesha stepped forward, her voice cold and unwavering. "You lost." With that, she pulled the trigger one last time. The Ghost collapsed. The fight was over.

Declan stood there, holding a bouquet of red roses. Yet, his face showed not the faintest trace of guilt. After a pause, he said, "Scarlett, these are for you. Your favorite red roses." I took the flowers from him and brought them to my nose. I used to love the scent, but it made my stomach turn instead. Declan stared at me. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "Scarlett, Beatrice… has stomach cancer. The doctors say she doesn't have much time left. Her dying wish is to marry me. So…"

Erwin said, hoping Anna would say "I love you too, Erwin" He let go of Anna's hand. He watched as Anna's body slowly faded away, along with the butterflies that continued to surround her, and the red-haired ghost embraced her from behind. And in the blink of an eye, they exploded in a blinding burst of light. Anna, the red-haired ghost and the blue butterfly were gone without a trace, and Erwin cried in despair and fear that he would never be with her again, for she was his only happiness and now she had been taken away by the evil spirit. *****

Dante asked. "Where is what?" "Your endgame. Your leverage. Whatever you've prepared that made you think you could survive this long." Ghost coughed. Blood sprayed across his chin. "I don't have an endgame," Ghost said. "I never did. I just wanted you to understand something." "What?"