Boozoo's Ghost Novels & Stories

Paul was my butler. I pulled my hand away and turned to leave with Chloe's urn. Then something slammed into my back. Pain shot through me. I lost my balance and crashed to the ground. The urn slipped from my hands. "No!" I lunged for it. But before I could reach it, a foot kicked it away. "Bad woman! You bullied my mommy! I hate you!" David. The urn hit the ground. The lid popped off. Ashes scattered everywhere. My heart stopped.

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

Stane was flabbergasted and his pupils shrunk rapidly because he realized he was unable to dodge such a finger attack. "This is the end of my life!" The leader of the Ghost Ax Palace, Stane, shouted. Following Lucas lowering his finger, the leader of the Ghost Ax Palace, Stane, was dead for good. As for the remaining few Transcendent Beings of the Ghost Ax Palace, they quickly ran for their lives after witnessing the scenes. They ditched the thought of searching for the mysterious treasure of the Spooky Ocean of the northern area. Broom! Dark clouds in the sky suddenly discharged thunders.

He sighed and tried again, much louder this time. “I said, I found Jos.” “Jos?” James echoed. “Who or what is Jos?” “As in Jos, the state in Nigeria?” Gabriel turned to glare at Colin, who couldn't resist teasing him. “No, as in Jos, the woman I asked you guys to help me find back then.” “Oh,” James and Colin echoed. “You mean the Jos whose pussy has you whipped so bad.” Colin chuckled, feeling his friend's heated glare bore into the side of his face. Still not looking up from the billiard table, he tapped the cue lightly against his temple in a mock salute. “I only speak the truth.”

No wonder they were emboldened, it turned out that in this house, it was never just Mu Zenin and the little girl! "Tell you a secret oh." Tong Tong lying sideways beside her, said in a good mood, "People can raise ghosts, and ghosts, they can also raise ghosts, although they are silly, but trapping you, is still very easy to do." These little ghosts, both the lonely souls that Tong Tong detained from the outside, and also those who were originally killed by her, helping her when something is wrong, and being her rations when nothing is wrong. Mu Zi lying on the bed, at this moment the mood has been completely quiet.

With that, he turned and left. I shrugged and continued filling my plate. Now that Henry knew I was worth 500 million, I was actually safer. I would deal with the day after tomorrow when it came. I needed to fill my stomach, first and foremost. On the sixth day, the system's mocking voice rang out again. "Dear surviving rats, congratulations on making it to Day Six. I'm sure your initial funds are nearly gone by now, aren't they? "Today's game: 'The Last Lunch.' In one hour, the top-floor buffet will host a special auction.

After the fourth bottle of his favourite beer; Guinness Stout which he believes is a form of man-power he asked the barman "Do you believe in ghosts?" "Why are you downcast? Have you lost your job?" he asked looking at him with suspicion. "Nigerians, must we always reply to a question with another question. Do you believe in ghosts, yes or no?" "Yes I do…" the barman responded waiting to see where this was headed for he knew it's the alcohol speaking.

* The ghost was beaten up black and blue by Cai Kang and Kurai spreading a swift rumor that they've beaten up a demon before an official notice from the authorities warned women to place barriers around the rooms but the reason was not said. * Baozi and a man with a peacock feather fan were sitting with the ghost now awake and no longer grey and big or beaten up. Cai Kang, Kurai as well as the others are in the room, glaring daggers at him. "My name is Min Wuting." The ghost says nervously.

“Does your... friend... have any idea of where we should be looking?” At my question, Geo looks away and to a spot right beside me, causing a chill to race down my spine as I understand that the ghost must be there beside me. “He says it is in the burial grounds behind the temple.” Geo says quietly. “But there are boobytraps set up everywhere to stop people from getting near it.” Boobytraps… Were we characters in an action series? Why were things turning into some sci-fi movie? It was mind-blowing, but I guess just the fact we as wolves existed and hid our identities from the humans made it clear that anything was possible.

My magic hovered at my fingertips, ready to stop time at a moments— “Boo.” A scream ripped itself from me, cracking off the treetops. Damon and Ghost stepped from the shadows like two creeping grim reapers. Damon’s brows vanished into his hair, which hung over his forehead in sweat-damp waves, while Ghost grinned like a cat that got the cream. “Sorry,” he held his hands up. “I couldn’t resist.” “Fuck you.” I panted, then spun around only to find myself half a centimeter away from a distorted shadowy face. “AGH!”