Abigail Ghost Novels & Stories

His lips brushed lightly over hers, and a rush of excitement passed through him. He moved away, taking the little strands of hair from her face as he studied her features. Her full dark lashes and her blushed chic made his heart jiggle. Abigail saw herself in an old wooden terrifying looking house. It was shabby and she didn't want to go in but it was like she had no control over her body. She claimed up the creaky wooden step, following the move of her body as she wondered what else she was going to see. Gaelly was taken to a dark room where she saw a middle aged man mixing some potions. She studied him for a while but her lips moved on his own to call for his attention.

"But I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, and then, like in the movie, I saw a ghost." "..." "I just fought with ghosts all night." Abigail was speechless, "Why are you suddenly talking to me about such a restricted topic?" Olive raised her eyebrow, "Why is it restricted?" "What kind of fight does it take all night?" "..." "Come on, stop whoring ghosts. Your sister takes you to go whoring with men. " Abigail smiled, "Handsome, fresh, hot, man." "Then I'd better whoring ghosts." Picking up the phone, Olive walked out of the toilet, "At least free."

“Soon.” Abigail finally stepped in, her red dress bright under the lights, voice sweet enough to fool a stranger. She looked at Freeda as if she were speaking to a child. “This is getting ugly,” Abigail said. “You should stop before you embarrass yourself again.” Freeda turned her head slowly. “You should stop before I remind everyone you were on speaker.” Abigail’s smile faltered. She recovered fast. “You’re emotional.” Freeda met her eyes. “I’m awake.”

“You remember you movie, the DOUBLE? I had to look for houses like this for the woman that played the Psychic, I found this house but the director said it was too creepy for the setting. Later I discovered that the woman who owns it is actually really a psychic. Too bad, it would have been perfect.” Ichabod’s mind was not at rest, especially when he could sense the movement of the powerful woman inside as she got closer to the door. The door opened but instead of the old toothless ugly witches of his time, he was surprised to see a woman who wasn’t old at all and the worst part, she was smiling at the two ladies. “Hello, Tonia,” Vivian shouted and the two hugged. Ichabod watched as Vivian in

“It is okay to be different. It is not wrong if you secretly prefer girl’s cloth, it is okay.” Abigail forgot that it was a secret, or did not know that it was a funny hoax. And beside her was Gabriel who had no idea what she was talking about. He just watched Abigail dance with no music to the end of the corridor.

Maria hesitated, then, with a sigh, nodded silently and disappeared. Ten minutes later, Lizbeth, dressed in dark clothing and a baseball cap pulled low, slipped out of the back gate like a phantom. She hailed a taxi a few blocks away, giving the driver an address in a less affluent part of the city – a known haunt of Ghost. She needed to confront him, to make sure there were no hidden threads, no lingering secrets that could unravel her carefully constructed world.

Ariel scoffed and stamped her feet in anger before rushing closer to him and slipping her hand into his. CHRIS Last night was so cool and nice but I still have so many questions. Isabella never slept when she was here, but this ghost sleeps and gets wet by water, Things only mortals do. However, I still know she is a ghost and not a mortal and that makes me so confused and scrupulous about her. Who truly is she and what was that she wanted to say earlier? Is she hiding things from me? Well, I'll find out soon. I hope she is not beginning to like me though because I'm not interested.

His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories. "It's getting dark , take this book and go read it " he said and gave me the strange old looking book. "Thank you sir, i have much appreciated your help" i said. Now i knew what it was all about, all those confusions were caused by him, my ghost clone. It was night already and the time was 7: 15 pm . I had to rush home , it was not safe for me to be lonely at this time. When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling

she said, then began laughing. Sandra grinned. "What's so funny?" Gwen stood up from where she was, dusted her hands, and spat out the blood left in her mouth. She then spread her wings, exposing its full span and to her satisfaction, to Sandra's horror. "Let me reintroduce myself," she said, standing proudly. "I am Gwen, The Abomination." Sandra moved back a bit, horror etched on her face. "Your bluffing," she said. "I have no reason to," Gwen answered, shrugging. "I am destined to defeat your supreme lord. What makes you think you can defeat me?"

Abigail had always been spirited and bright, how did her life change so drastically? She fought back her unwanted tears, focussing on the video. She saw herself walk to the staircase like a zombie who'd completely lost its human brains. Then Clara and Emma emerged from behind, they smiled sickly at each other. Just as Abigail began to descend the stairs, Clara and Emma's hands pushed her down the stairs. The housekeeper rushed from the kitchen to Abigail with concern, while Clara and Emma were still standing at the entrance of the stairs. Abigail placed a hand on her chest, watching the video. The housekeeper helped Abigail up and insisted she called the doctor, but she refused, walking back