A Ghost Story Who Was The Other Ghost Novels & Stories

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

There were so many of them. Was this place really the resting place of the brides Adam had killed? But why? Why would he commit such atrocities? "She's the new one," I heard someone whisper. With a start, I turned around and saw two transparent figures floating above two grave stones. They both had long blonde hair and very pale skin. One of them had brown eyes. The other had blue eyes. "Who are you?" I asked, and they exchanged bewildered glances. "We're ghosts," they echoed, and I swallowed hard, my stomach squirming with discomfort.

I whispered. Gina was shaking, terror flashing in her eyes. I wish I knew what to tell her but I knew nothing about ghosts. My brothers did but during their time as hunters, they dealt more with the physical. I would have learned about ghouls last in my training and it would have been light reading. "I think this is your unique gift as a vampire," I said since it was the only thing that could explain why she was seeing ghosts in the first place. "Seeing ghosts?" She asked, taking a few careful steps.

, the brunette explained “she’s an occult professor. Anyway, when I saw the hook in the wall…it made me think of the Hook Man legend. So I guessed it was a ghost” “Huh”, Dawn said. You learn something new every day she thought, still very much surprised by the young woman. “So, do you know who the ghost killer is?” Lena questioned, eager to know the answer. If Dawn was aware then she needed to know so that the remains could be destroyed before the spirit could claim another life. “Mathew Drummond”, Dawn answered “and I nearly found out where he was buried before you called”. Lena sat up “well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get researching!” she proclaimed, jumping off of Dawn’s bed. She dra

" 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.

Kevin pointed at the people in the photo. “Okay… Out of these people, apart from Sam who else was likely to be annoyed by you?” Ask Ria. “Hmm… I don't know? Was I that bad back then? Why do I feel like a good kid?” Ria rolled her eyes at his words. "Is it true? Loren said that the ghost that inhabited this house used to be a young man who liked to party and get drunk…” Ria smirked remembering Loren's story. "And you believe the person who even tells lies from her mother who has a bad attitude?" Kevin raised one eyebrow.

she continued. Melissa’s stomach twisted. The woman continued. “I don’t work for Alex Montgomery. I don’t work for Evelyn Hawthorne.” She paused. “But I know who’s been looking for you.” she said Melissa swallowed. “Who?” The woman smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “Let’s just say you’re not the only ghost walking around, Melissa, and now that you're no longer a ghost, more ghost have discovered you .” Something about the way she said it sent chills down Melissa’s spine.

Shadow was still in the midst of creating something. “Because of the warning.” Nathan’s body eased up. It was at the end of the report but he was still alarmed. He couldn’t put his guard down until the end of the report. “Whoever dares to gaze at the Abandoned Estate will be eaten by the Ghost Eater,” Ibrahim concluded. Ghost Eater was the legend who killed the intruder of the estate and cut it into pieces before tossing them to the front gate. They called the executor a Ghost Eater.

He muttered and smiled a sad one before walking out of the room; then, I went close to my body to look at it intently. "I felt his touch. I felt my father's hand holding mine!" I let out when I noticed the four ghosts who just passed through the wall on my right. They must have seen my father walking into my room. One of my new ghost friends is Ericka, who got here three weeks ago because of a motorbike accident, and Lucinda, a middle-aged woman who got a heart attack a month ago. "Really?" Clinton asked in surprise and examined my physical body closely, and Dylan tried to touch my left barefoot.

One by one, the apparitions began to point towards the tome Eryx clutched. Lysandra's voice was frantic, "We need to leave, now! The catacombs are sealing themselves!" Dupree, his warrior instincts kicking in, shouted, "Hold onto each other! Stay close!" But amidst the chaos, as the ground continued to splinter, a ghostly figure, distinct from the others, stepped forward. Her visage was familiar, her eyes a mirror of my own. My heart raced as I recognized her — it was the spirit of my mother.