Best Ghost Adventure Novels & Stories

Krasimira, who was following, bumped into me. "Ishara?" she whispered. As unfortunate as that was, Tadêfi's blind eyes following the fixed stares of all the ghosts in my direction was worse. I squeezed my brain for an appropriate bit of trivia that would put my depression on its butt. There was this movie by M. Night Shakalaka-ding dong (or something like that) about a boy who saw dead people. The hero - the man trying to help the boy - he turned out to be a ghost as well who didn't figure that out until the end of the flick.

Another ghost asked me in a curious tone that made me smile at him. "My name is Leyla Summers. And I am known as the ghost hunter of Brooklyn. Ordinary people can not help me because they are blind. But you can see what no one can see. You keep your eyes in the dark. You know every hidden secret around. What we can not see, you know all about it. I need your help." I introduced myself to them and then I explained to them why I was there. They were definitely surprised to hear me. But then they just smiled at me and nodded their heads.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” A man stepped forward just enough for her to see him — mid-thirties, hard face, wearing a black and silver cut. With the vest– Devil’s Sons. “Name’s Ghost,” he said quietly, keeping his distance. “We’ve been watching this war from the outside. King is getting too bold, too powerful. It’s bad for business. We want him gone.” Hazel’s pulse hammered. “What do you want from me?” Ghost kept his hands visible. “Inside information. Reaper’s plans. Timing on the next hit. In return, we extract you and your friend Lena. Clean IDs. Full protection far away from here. No more tracker. No more Reaper.”

Warmth surged throughout his body as it slowly took on a solid form and he could feel the wetness of the water on his skin. He leant forward from behind her. "Thank you..." he whispered in her ear. At the same time, a gust of cold wind brushed past and fluttered her wet hair in mid-air. She froze at the sudden abnormality and crossed her hands over her exposed chests. Her body trembled when a pair of cold arms appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her slender waist from behind. From the dimmed reflection on the glass, she could vaguely see someone with long hair and a muscular body; smiling at her. Her face turned as white as the white sheet. Is that the female ghost she saw last night?

As they neared their target, an uncanny silence descended, a stillness so profound that the beating of their hearts echoed in the emptiness. Unbeknownst to them, their pursuit had been noticed. One of the Destroyer's kin, a creature of keen senses and stealth, had detected their presence. With a surge of adrenaline, the creature unleashed its remaining power, conjuring a whirlwind of illusions, a phantasmagoria of distorted images and deafening sounds.

he snivels and I walk towards him, only to feel something hit my arms, back, and legs in quick succession. I look up and see a smirking sniper and feel the red laser aimed right at my forehead, but that smirk drops from his face when my lip curls into a smile. Ghost was standing behind him, his eyes completely white as he tapped into his beast - that sniper’s head hit the floor in front of me before he could fire another shot. Ghost grins, then he disappears in the blink of an eye and I don’t even have to look behind me to know he’s ripped more sniper heads off.

“Do you mean that Natalie…” “He didn’t mean it like that, Maddie!” Adrian said. “Guys, I know this sound odd, but we need to know what’s behind that door.” “Why?” Adrian asked. “I saw a ghost named Zirocco. I don’t know where he came from, but I think he’ll have answers regarding the mysteries and how to escape. Adrian asked, “How do you know this isn’t a trap?” “I don’t, but we have to try something.”

Once they stepped outside, Lucas angrily threw the fake money on the ground. “Damn it! How dare they trick me?!” Meanwhile, I was secretly watching the whole scene and laughing my head off! … The following day, while Lucas was sleepy, I pretended to speak casually and said, “I heard there’s a big bag of money near the third pillar at the lakeside gazebo. It’s about to get ruined in the water.” When he jolted awake, I slipped into the crowd unnoticed. Lucas excitedly told Zoe about the news. She hesitated a bit after yesterday’s fiasco, but he insisted, saying an opportunity like this would not come again. They had to go and check things out for themselves.

The numbers in my account jumped wildly again as an astronomical figure accumulated under my name. The system immediately processed the final settlement. "Current surviving players: one. Congratulations, Player 66, for successfully surviving to the end and becoming the sole champion of this round of 'Ghost Cruise'! "Final prize calculation: 5.8 billion + 3.7 billion + 120 million + 500 million - 21.2 million = 10.0988 billion." My vision started to blur as the flames on the cruise ship, the charred bodies, and the pitch-black sea faded away.

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."