Boozoo's Ghost Novels & Stories

Whispers rippled through the rows behind us. Only two companies had received a reaction like that. The Goddard Group International. And Cross Holdings. “Cross Holdings already has this locked down,” a woman whispered. “Nobody stops the Ghost,” another man murmured. “Not unless the Goddards stop him.” Then I turned to Julian. “That man from earlier… who was that?” I whispered. Julian didn’t answer right away. His eyes stayed fixed on the stage while his grip on my hand loosened just a little.

The three ghosts appeared and she bowed before them asking them to fill her with more power beyond imagination as she needed a lot of it to equally help free them from their own bondage. Without hesitation and with the trust they have already for her, the three ghosts put their hands together and gave every power they had left in them to Azora who grinned happily afterwards, she picked a bottle from under a table, after chanting few words, the ghosts found themselves imprisoned in a bottle “how dare you Azora? How dare you do this to us? We trusted you?” The first ghost cried out.

It did not keep us awake. The joke’s on us because before we could even finish the last shot of tequila the world around me seems to have faded into a swirling sense of eternal darkness. Like I am falling into a spiral abyss and my beanie bag somehow morphed into a boat floating into the pacific down the stream to Atlantis. Wait? How much did I drink? Oh, yeah a barrel. Two drops of ambrosia.

Luca hesitated only a second before following, his boots quiet on the floorboards. They moved past sleeping brothers, the smell of beer and leather thick in the air. Ghost’s pulse thudded harder with every step not from guilt, but from something far more dangerous. When they slipped into his room, Ghost locked the door behind them. The sound echoed like a confession. Luca looked around. It wasn’t much, just a bed, dresser, a map of old routes pinned to the wall. Ghost poured himself a drink from the bottle on the table and handed it over. “You still like whiskey?”

“But yes. Now we just need the perfect body.” “That’s insane,” he laughed. “I still can’t believe you are seeing ghosts.” “Two ghosts,” I corrected. “Right, right. Who knows how many more you will see?” “Hopefully none. I have had my fill.” We laughed, drank more, and several hours later I was tipsy as hell. “I should go,” I groaned. “Long day.” “Same. Don’t forget Monday.” “I won’t.” I got up, waved Echo and Adrian over, and stumbled out of the club with them.

woosh one of the guys falls and was dragged away, everyone starts to panic "I knew this place was hunted " one of the guys screams "shut up, there's no such thing as ghosts and this place isn't-" Chris was lifted in the air and given an invisible wedgie and starts to cry, "help, it hurts so bad, someone help!" the others just ran away leaving him on the air, I saw who was doing all this, and it was Tom,mehn was I glad to see him, he hits Chris head on one of the walls of the building and carries a stick and wrote on the sand RUN

“Breathe with me. One… two… three.” Leah breathed. The world tilted, then steadied a little. “Now,” Ghost said. “Tell me exactly where you heard it.” “It was under the east beam,” Leah said. “Near the big server. He was holding it. He said he could fix it. He shouted for me to leave.” Ghost closed his eyes for a second. He opened them. “We go slow. We go as a team.” They started crawling. The air tasted like metal. Sparks fell like slow rain.

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.

Still not moving. “Even when he’s drunk, he’s still boring.” Oliver muttered. Munching the last fries that Boone ate earlier. An hour has passed yet Boone is still asleep on the couch. After he had emptied the second glass of whiskey, he instantly fell into slumber. The two tried to shake him awake, scream in his ear and yet still no sign of consciousness on their friend. “Yeah. I thought this would be the first time that I’ll be seeing him dancing.” Zeke added. “Should we call Finn now?”

“It all just happened. The shaman said that the ghost didn't like anyone living in his house and told my mother to get out of there." Same. Just like what Kevin told her. “Mother even lit incense and made offerings of food and drink to appease the spirits that were there. But that didn't work out and in the end she gave in." Hmm? Ria raised her eyebrows. Kevin did not share the details of the incident. She would ask Kevin later when she got home. Speaking of Kevin, the ghost had told her that he wanted more chicken curry. He is not a spirit of regret but a spirit of hunger. Ria smiled to herself with a joke on her head.