Angry Ghosts Novels & Stories

" 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 scene went viral across Borevia City. I stared at it, torn between guilt and something colder. Could almost see her face—hope fading to anger, then to blame. She was probably furious. Probably calling me heartless. But she'd never think about what those hundred rejections did to me. Good thing I don't care anymore. Not about her. Not about anyone. Just me. *** Hedley's resignation blew up Quindt Corp. No one knew he and Sonia were a thing, so the place went feral with gossip.

She even asked me a question that seemed completely nonsensical to me. I couldn't help but recall the scene from two years ago. I'd been very clear about my desire to break up with her, so what was she doing now? Frowning, I asked in annoyance, "What are you doing here? We broke up two years ago." Feeling a scratch against my palm, I looked down and saw Cecily pouting in displeasure. I couldn't resist chuckling as I gripped her hand even more tightly. It looked like I'd have to placate her later.

At least they could no longer disgust me the way they had when I was alive. It was Liam who exploded first. His eyes burned with fury as he caught sight of Grayson gazing fondly at Alice, the scene enough to ignite his anger to a boiling point. Without a word, he stormed forward and landed a punch square on Grayson's face, knocking him to the ground. "You bastard!" Liam roared, raining punches and kicks on Grayson. "My sister must've been blind to fall for a scum like you! She just died, and you're here playing house with this shameless tramp! How could you do this to her?"

“What is it?” His eyes never left the monitor. “You might want to see this.” “I am seeing it.” “No.” He shook his head with a quiet laugh. “Keep looking.” I narrowed my eyes and scanned the information in front of me. At first… Nothing. Just usernames, encrypted traffic, anonymous forums, and data moving across the screen. Then one name caught my attention. Ghost. Beside the name were two simple words. Recently online. I froze. Ash immediately went silent. The room seemed quieter all at once. Ghost. Everyone in the underground knew that name. Everyone on the dark web respected it. Some feared it. Ghost never failed. Ghost never left evidence behind. Ghost simply got the job done.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

Arga warned, his voice shaky but defiant. Anji felt the ghost brush against his subconscious again, cold and smelling of ionized air and rot. It was whispering his secrets, teasing him with the memories of the day Sutherland died. *It’s already dead, Arga,* Anji thought to himself. *It just hasn't stopped screaming yet.*

Dangerous. She was still thinking about it when the message arrived at 9:47 PM. Ghost: Private session. One hour. I want to see you in something new. Aria’s stomach flipped. She sat on the edge of her bed, heart already beating faster. Aria: What do you want me to wear? Ghost: Crimson lace teddy. Sheer. The one with the deep V in front and open back. No bra. No panties underneath. Hair down. Lights low. Be ready in fifteen minutes.

“Haha! Do you think what you are? Your wife is never as good as my wife! Never!” “You dare disparage my wife, don’t you? Do you want to fight? “I’ll never fight with you. Pure will disparage me if I do that. The elderly will never fight with urchins!” “...” Pure was very uncomfortable because of their argument. She called the maid next to her: “ Go there and find the reason why they scream too much like that because they ruined the face of our Galaxy Trade Union.” Not only the Galaxy Trade Union’s face but also her face.

She summoned more spirits, creating a vortex above the embassy, pulling in all the land's restless souls. "You Farshyans have no respect for God!" Riley flew up and glared at the duo darkly. "I need to punish you in the name of God!" Countless faces emerged from the ground, staring through the mist with expressions of pain, pleading, anger, malice, and bloodlust. Their mouths moved as if speaking, though their words were unintelligible. Listening closely could drive one mad. Aria had never faced this phenomenon herself, but Tobias had warned her about it. Known as the "Hundred Ghosts Weeping", it appeared during catastrophic events.