Booktok Ghost Face Novels & Stories

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!

But the ghost general himself seemed indifferent to the deaths of his men, his gaze still searching for the figure who had taken the demon princess's chest. "Brother, help me catch this person," said the ghost general to the heaven book holder. "AH! You really make me work hard. Heaven book, binding chain!" Crackkk. BOOOMMM! "What?" The middle-aged man's face immediately changed, he was shocked because the Heaven Book suddenly cracked and exploded in front of his eyes. The ghost general's gaze, which had been calm, turned frightening. "You underestimated me, Heaven Book Holder!"

The creature’s teeth look sharp enough to tear flesh from bone, I shiver as its bright, red eyes meet mine. It’s then that I notice the smell, more putrid than a chamber pot, but somehow its appearance is more disgusting. Green, wrinkly skin, dry and chapping. The strange armor adorning it does not hide nearly enough, its face alone makes me want to wretch. “Goblin?” I ask, subconsciously leaning away. Ghost rears up, nearly dumping me off his back, before taking off. The goblin screams behind us, a horrible, angry sound. I don’t look back, as I struggle to keep a grip on my ride; I don’t need to for long.

She called out, her voice echoing eerily in the vast emptiness. "Ghost?" she whispered, her voice barely a sound. A chuckle, low and sardonic, filled the darkness. Then, a single figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and shrouded in darkness, its face hidden beneath a hood, this was Ghost.

She searched around for any possible object to hurl at the figure if possible. The figure raised its head to reveal the fresh blood running down from its pitch black eyes.. Now she got a clearer vision of what the supposed ghost looked like.. It looked nothing like Anita except for the black hair which was curly and and out of place, there was a patch of blood on the left side of its chest.. The eyes were pitch black as it gazed upon her with murderous intent.. "I told you that I was going to kill you tonight Rihanna!!..I will take you back with me" The eery and cracked up voice relayed, taking out that same knife from that night which had blood dripping from it..

I pressed the book to my chest. My gaze bravely—against my will—traveled the corners of the room, into the crevices and along the shadowed walls. A soft whisper hit the base of my neck. “Don’t be fooled.” It was sweet like a woman’s voice, but it held malice, and I found myself standing in the midst of one of those paranormal investigation shows, where the friendly ghosts had moved on, and I was stuck with whatever the devil rejected. “I’m no fool,” I whispered back.

“Ma’am, we can show you a photo first, so you can confirm whether it’s your daughter. It’s just… when we found her, she had been dead for three days, and the body had started to decompose. You should prepare yourself.” With that, he pulled out a photo from the scene and handed it to her. In the picture, a small, blood-soaked body—mine—was curled up on the bed in an unnatural position. My colorless lips and my sickly, bluish-purple skin told her one thing: I was dead. Mom’s eyes widened. At last, she could no longer lie to herself and burst into tears. “How could this happen? How could this be? She was fine just a few days ago. How could she be dead? Daisy, you cursed child, you’re just like

My gaze slides past the walls and lands on the corner of the room. A figure sits in an old wooden chair. At first glance it looks like a department-store mannequin dressed in women’s clothing, but the longer I stare the wronger it becomes. The skin tones don’t match. The limbs are stitched together with crude black thread. Hair has been glued in uneven patches. One eye socket is empty, the other holds a glass eye that doesn’t quite line up. Ghost’s voice is barely a whisper behind me. “That’s not a mannequin. Those are parts of people.”

“ What are you doing?, “ Following your suggestion. Elizabeth answered. Doing a little research. Elizabeth used her telekinesis to rapidly move the pages of the book, hoping to find answers to each of the girls’ enemies. “ Wait a minute. Where did you get that book? “June said. “ I mean I have skimmed through this library a million times and I never even seen that one,” “ I just saw poking out of the shelf down there. I cannot explain it, but I think this might give us the answers we need,” “ Mysterious cakes. Strange books. Talking cats. After everything we have gone through so far, nothing is going to surprise me again,” Bonnie remarked as she shook her head. Elizabeth stopped flipping thr

“Is that a human or a ghost?” Across them, dressed in black, a man with a face so deformed that his features couldn’t be differentiated was walking toward them. He had no nose, his teeth were showing, and his eyeballs were even protruding from their sockets. There were craters all over his skin, as if his face had been washed with sulfuric acid. This man was utterly horrendous. If he were to act in a horror movie, he wouldn’t require any special effects makeup. He must be the ghost previously shown on the livestream.