Anomaly Ghost Novels & Stories

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.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

I drifted along behind him, floating like a restless ghost all the way to the hospital, until I found myself in Alice's ward. There she was, lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and pitiful, as though she were the very picture of tragedy. But looking at her only brought a fresh wave of agony as I thought of my own child—a child fully formed, yet never given the chance to see this world. I glared at Alice and Grayson with a rage so fierce it burned through my spectral being. In that moment, I wished I could transform into a vengeful spirit and drag these two wretched souls to the grave to accompany my child.

And Samuel's social media had kept posting updates, too. Suddenly, Adeline raced back home. She dug out the old photos she'd stashed away at the bottom of a box and studied them closely. Then it hit her—my smile looked stiff in every single one. Forced. Like they'd been photoshopped... Adeline's head snapped up. The photos scattered across the floor as realization crashed over her like a suffocating wave. She swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she pulled out her phone and opened my social media account. The account posted regularly—but four years ago, I had stopped showing my face entirely. And the IP address... it matched the city where she'd been building her empire all along.

To look back was to lose a millisecond and in a fight against a localized anomaly, a millisecond was the difference between survival and molecular dissolution. She stood her ground. Her posture was straight, her shoulders relaxed and her breathing measured, a perfect unwavering ninety beats per minute. "You are a residual energy spike," Anna said. Her voice was flat, devoid of fear, carrying a quiet dangerous resonance that seemed to slice clean through the howling wind. "A historical anomaly hunting a frequency that no longer belongs in the dark. You are trying to match an equation that has already been solved." The creature did not speak but it responded.