Anomaly Ghost Novels & Stories

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

Account not found. I tried again. Same response. Account not found. I refreshed the entire application. The encrypted system reloaded from the beginning before presenting the same empty inbox. No unread messages. No conversation history. No trace the account had ever existed. I searched the identifier manually instead of relying on the shortcut. Account not found. I searched using partial strings. Nothing. I searched recent connections. Nothing. The system logs showed no evidence that another account had communicated with Ghost within the last several minutes. That was impossible. Or… Someone had accomplished something I’d never seen before.

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.

My whole thought process shifted to to something else, as I stared in a direction close by. "Please excuse me." I said softly, leaving their presence, heading towards a small one door garage that was placed near the large sandy area. I slowly made my way to the door, pushing it open to find the strange looking garage that stood on the far end of it, completely closed off. The door opened at my pull, leaving me standing there with my hand on the door knob. It slowly swung open, revealing a window and just the blackness of a vault. It was completely black except for the one light that shone from the side of it. It flickered and died out, leaving it completely dark again. All of a sudden, a fee

He replied, "How the ghost died and encountered the system is irrelevant. No matter how stupid it sounds, the ghost is already a half-host. For sure, it's looking for a vessel so it can complete its missions and then take revenge. The problem is, it is currently inside your friend's mind." If the people in the room were not immoral hosts, they might have lost their wits and calm at this point. It was probably a good thing for each of them that they had been dealing with things impossible to process through normal brains. They easily accepted the situation and understood its severity.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

With everything else that was going on, I barely cared about school anymore. Training with Ghost was my favorite session. He was an excellent, patient, and kind teacher, making me think about my father’s suggestion about working with him in the future. Ghost taught me about the dimensional pockets all around the landscape. He showed me how to detect the natural anomalies and slip into them. “Feel the distortion with your aura. Project your essence and let it wrap around you.” Ghost instructed as we walked the high meadow. He exaggerated his steps into disappearing and reappearing close by.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat