Are Ghost Real Novels & Stories

"You’ve cleared the site. You’ve removed the threats. Why are you still looking for ghosts?" He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of my dress. "Because ghosts are the only things that can walk through walls, Eden. And Silas Vane is the best ghost in the business." "I haven't seen him; I doubt I'll see him while I'm indoors," I said, the lie tasting like copper in my mouth. "He’s just a name in a file to me now."

“Why is that your first thought? Of all the supernatural things, you jump straight to ghosts?” “Yes, ghosts!” she shot back, crossing her arms. “We live in a world where vampires, werewolves, and witches are real, Lia! Ghosts aren’t that far-fetched!” “Okay, okay, fair point,” I conceded, holding up my hands. “And don’t even pretend they’re not real,” she added quickly. “I’ve heard too many stories to believe otherwise.” “Stories, huh?” I smirked. “Let me guess, you heard about some haunted house from a ‘friend of a friend’?”

"Don't laugh at me." "I'm sorry... I'm sorry. It's just I never would have thought you'd be talking about ghosts." He remained chuckling so I dunked his head under the water again just to shut him up. "So I take it ghosts aren't real then?" My face was flat and slightly disheartened by the time he bobbed back up. If ghosts weren't real then I was undoubtedly seeing and hearing things that weren't there. I think he finally realized that I wasn't joking when I asked and so his face went pretty serious rather quickly.

“And in the words of the great physicist, ‘We need to invent an extension to the Standard Model of Particle Physics that has escaped detection at the Large Hadron Collider. And that is almost inconceivable at the energy scales typical of the particle interactions in our bodies.’” Tom looked up from his lecture notes and pushed back a strand of hair that fell onto his forehead. “So class, what does that tell you? Are ghosts real? Or are they not?” “Not real!” the whole class shouted back in unison. Yvonne Long laughed and the lights in the lecture hall flickered slightly.

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

Sir Ares looked at his son and asked again, “What are you at a loss about?” Jenson said, “I didn’t believe her at first, but she continues to say things that surprise me. For example, tonight she told me that Aunt Nancy Bell’s soul seems to be haunting me…” Sir Ares responded, “For all of the ghosts in the world, they’re either something people come up with to deceive others, or they’re real. It’s still up to you whether you believe it or not.”

"I'll always stay." "I know." Cale coughed. A dry, hacking bark. "Don't cough on me." "Sorry. Reflex." "Turn your head." Cale turned his head. "Elion?" "What now?" "Does this mean..." Cale paused. "Does this mean I am real? Being sick?" "Yes," Elion said. "Only real things get sick. Ghosts don't get colds. Machines don't get fevers." "So I am real." "You are very, very real. And very snotty."

“Let’s go!” We floated quickly through all the other ghosts. Some looked at us, but most of them ignored us. “Agaras?” I asked. “Do we look that noticably different from other ghosts?” “Yes. You’re not fully transparent. If no one looks too closely they can’t tell, but if they do…well let’s just hope they don’t.” “Why not?” Penn asked. “What happens if the others realize we’re not real ghosts?” “They’ll alert the Head Phantoms. And if they find you, they’ll turn you into real ghosts.” Well shit.

“I don’t get it. You said spirits and ghosts. Isn’t a spirit a ghost?” She shook her head. “A spirit is free flowing and intelligent. It knows no boundaries and can come and go at will. A ghost is basically trapped energy. Ghost hunters often refer to them as residual energy. Ghosts often don’t realize that they died. If they do, they aren’t able to understand where to go and what to do, so they cling to the familiar.” “Can I ask you something without you getting upset with me?” I stammered, hesitantly.

Nate blurted out in utter disbelief. “Apparently it’s real… ghosts do exist… not a childish cartoon or some old wise tale… it’s freaking real.” “Hold on, say for some weird reason this is all true, why were you bags packed that day when I got there? If Victor wanted to make you look crazy then won’t he try to keep you in the house with the ‘fumes’ instead of being anxious for you to leave?” Realizing that she was completely serious about Mike being somewhat real as far as being a ghost, he was slowly questioning these tiny facts.