Are Ghost Real Novels & Stories

He walks away "Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win." _Stephen King.

Everything was a mess! The man immediately turned his face at the little boy. His face darkened. "Tell me, Little Veen, how did I frighten her? I was merely showing her the memories of my real appearance but, I do not understand why she was so frightened and kept denying my existence even in her sleep." He said in dissatisfaction that reflected on his handsome face. The little boy called Veen coughed softly in a polite manner. "Your appearance now is similar to those of what humans called a ghost. You have not fully recovered your body yet, so you cannot do anything. Just let her be for now."

She instantly widened her eyes, terror evident in her eyes as a scream escaped her lip jumping towards my direction. Unable to hold it any longer, I burst out laughing, throwing my head back as the laugh flowed freely from my throat. Finally realizing I was joking, she glared at me, her green eyes filled with rage. “Why must you always do that? You know I'm scared of ghosts." “They are not real," I replied nonchalantly. “Even if they were, they can't do anything to you, a living being. Only if you do something to them first and besides, you got me." I said my voice was laced with mockery.

His voice was weary as he said, "Alright, get some rest now." As we lay down together, I turned on my side to watch him, taking in his eyes, his nose, and his lips. Suddenly, a voice rang in my head, shattering the quiet night like a thunderclap. "That's not the real Sebastian! He died three years ago!" My breath hitched as I bolted upright and scanned the room frantically. "Who said that? Who's there?" There was no response, only Sebastian, who was startled awake by my scream.

Missy could not tolerate herself listening to anymore of his theories she had to scream out to stop it. However, the latter doesn’t seem to be the obedient one as he continued rambling on how ghost are suppose to have money because there is suppose to be a ghost life. “Or what if they actually have money but it is totally different like it is in real life. What if those rich people that die and didn’t ascend or get reincarnated to a new planet becomes a ghost, it is then reversed and they would now be poor. While the opposite people that also died and didn’t get reincarnated becomes a rich ghost. What do you think the ghost life is going to be like, I mean do they get horny? And if they do h

"Werewolves exist in real life. Witches exist in real life. You don't believe in telekinesis? Wait. Are you one of those guys who doesn't believe in extraordinary abilities but does believe in ghosts?" I absolutely believed Lewis was the type to believe in ghosts. I would bet money he had a story in his head about poltergeists or a haunting somewhere. He was the kind to buy into snake oil if it was sold by a guy with an 'honest face.' "Ghosts are real," Rachel countered, "You don't believe in ghosts, but you think you have superhuman powers?" "I'm a werewolf. We're all werewolves. We all have superhuman powers. I just also happen to be telekinetic."

"Huh?" "They are not ghosts," Havu repeated, correcting Fyn. "They are souls, spirits, if you will. They are entirely different things. Ghosts are wandering things incapable of thought, Spirits, on the other hand, are those whose souls have survived when a being dies and no longer has a physical body in which to live. Ghosts stay in a place, they do not know why they died, they assume they are very much still alive and breathing. Spirits know that they have long run out of time. The reason they are wandering is that of a tie, often emotional, to a loved one. They probably have unfinished business or something they want to tell to those they have left behind."

Her face was bloody and it was furiously staring at him. "No. She's dead. There are no ghosts," he said then stabilized himself. He was a brave man because he could kill people but this time he felt nervous. He blinked his eyes then came closer. "I'm not scared. Goddammit. Ghost is not real,"he said while clenching his arms. He heard someone crying again. When he approached the source of the noise he saw a woman. She cries as she sinks to the side. "Miss, are you okay?" simultaneously holding onto her shoulder.

“Do you think ghosts are real? I have never seen one, but my mother used to tell stories about spirits that could not rest.” Seraphina frowned thoughtfully. “It is hard to say. Some packs believe in them strongly. Others say it is just the wind or tricks of the light. But if so many people are seeing the same thing, it makes you wonder.” We talked about it for a while. Zoe wondered if the ghosts were old pack members who had unfinished business. Seraphina asked if anyone had tried burning herbs or asking a wise elder to bless the grounds. I listened and added small comments here and there.

"You look like a ghost again." "I feel like one." "You aren't a ghost," Spadino says fiercely. He grabs my hand, pressing it to his chest. I feel his heart hammering against his ribs—fast, chaotic, alive. "Ghosts don't throw up. Ghosts don't bleed. You are real." He kisses my knuckles. Then he kisses my palm. Then he presses his mouth to the inside of my wrist, right over my pulse. "Real," he whispers against my skin.