A Ghost Story Who Was The Other Ghost Novels & Stories

“Am I? Then why am I the one calling you?” Silence. Adrian clenched his jaw. “Who did I just kill?” “A doppelganger,” Ghost said smoothly. “A little distraction. I knew you would come for Selene’s father. I knew you would come for me. So, I sent someone in my place.” Adrian’s hand tightened into a fist. He had been tricked. “Where are you?” he asked, voice calm but deadly. Ghost chuckled. “Now, now, Adrian. If I wanted you to find me, you would have by now.”

My fist pummeled into hardened balls and my jaws tightened. Taking a moment to collect myself, I pondered on everything I had gotten so far. The Ghost apparently is someone close to me, my aunt's husband-an aunt whom I never even knew existed up until two months ago. Launching various attacks on my men and factories in Russia, he is out for revenge, and he won't stop until he gets his bloody revenge. A slow knock punctured the stillness of my room. A maid timidly walked in, bowing her head slightly.

After the cultured ghost disappointedly drifted away, another ghost stepped up to me, bent down, and started writing. This female ghost looked especially tragic. Her head was barely attached to her neck, and she had to hold it in place with one hand. She was the last ghost in line. Finally free from so many eager, longing stares, I let out a small sigh of relief, but that relief was short-lived because I recognized her handwriting. It wasn't Peggy's handwriting, but the handwriting from the line "Know your place, Piggy Clark." I took two steps back and carefully studied her. But after looking her up and down, the result wasn't what I expected.

It was a lot to take in. I needed a long time to process it all. My ghostly roommate was actually a legendary former employee of my own company. I closed my laptop with mixed emotions. “So… did the accident trap you here?” After a long silence, Nathaniel’s voice echoed softly in my head. It was faint, almost hazy. “It wasn’t an accident.” My heart dropped. Before I could ask for details, the voice vanished. The next few days at the office were quiet.

The rented house was in a network of small community dormitory houses for teachers on the other side of a famous mansion that was rumored to be haunted. There, when they were literally making some contracts, when they were looking at the mining company, they were entrepreneurs and CEOs of these companies in question who were appraising the land, they would no longer buy that site. The girl who was a ghost beside the two gatekeepers who were her guides said. - Everything is as I left it, except the cobwebs. - She said, throwing herself on the bed curled up... - It's so sad. - She said. - How long ago did I die? – She questioned the spirits.

The Ghost is my father's former lover, a crazy woman who is power-hungry even in death. My father, warned me about the restless of the Ghost of the forest, the woman he once loved. She planned to murder my father on their wedding night and consume his soul. When the plot was revealed the Wolf People Clan put her to death and she's been wreaking havoc on the world ever since her dying day. But now she has Lucia, a foolish girl, a pon in her schemes.

How long have you been here I asked Let's say close to five-six months Why are you on this side of the building, I was you to be taken to the other side. The other side? Which other side She looked at me and smiled. There is a different world from underneath the ground you are on. Tell your pretty dumb friend to take you there, you can ask questions around about who the ghost might be, though I do suspect Drake, Vicenzo, and his friend that they normally move together" Did she just refer to scarlet as been dumb, that's so mean, the poor girl is just trying to be friendly and happy with all those around her, she doesn't deserve such harsh words.

This guy should be the one named Nathan Garcia, a horror writer, and the current owner of the cursed book. A headless phantom in priest attire stood, or rather, floated next to the unconscious guy. But just like the hanged ghost, it immediately roared and ran off at the sight of Leyte. It even let out an exaggeratedly shrill scream. Leyte blinked, then lowered down his eyes to the guy. "So he fainted due to that headless ghost?" He frowned because he initially planned to talk with this ghostwriter, but the latter was already forced to sleep by that ghost. He could do nothing but stare at the ghostwriter helplessly.

a decaying hand grabbed my wrist but her hand passed through me. I ignored her and continued taking bug bites. I felt the other ghost’s aura increased. “Wait for your turn,” a ghost said and the others agreed, chanting. “Go at the end of the line,” another ghost spoke. The decaying flesh didn’t have s choice but to go at the back, at the end of the line, that seemed endless. After I finished eating my lunch and drinking my can of soda, I readied myself and nodded. The soul who is currently in front of the line lengthened his hand at me. I held his hand and told the cues about how he died and what was his mission.

He had diverted his wife's attention and still left her satisfied with him. Note > Pseudo-ghosts: Refers to the 2009 American film Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, whose plot revolves around Connor Mead (McConaughey), an insensitive womanizer who, on the eve of his brother's wedding, is visited by the "ghosts" of his ex-girlfriends.