Boozoo's Ghost Novels & Stories

With her mother, one could never tell. A rustling in the bushes caught her attention, and as she turned to see what the noise might be, a loud voice shouted, “Boo!” followed by the sound of breaking branches and laughter. Meggy jumped, but upon seeing that it was only Ezra, the gardener’s son, she became more perturbed than frightened. “Ezra!” she scolded, looking over her shoulder to see if her mother had heard. “What are you doing? If my mother catches you in her bushes, she’ll box both of our ears!”

Of her heart continued walking through its alarming frantic beating, she might discover herself suddenly dead from a heart attack. " My name is Zach and my memories are foggy, that is the only thing I can remember about myself. " the ghost replied " What are you doing here. " Maisie asked " I don't know. One minute I was seating in a food court the next I was here. " the ghost shrugged as he settled down back on the couch which he got up from when the owner of the house he was staying in shouted that he should show himself. She straightens as she continues her questioning. " what are you. "

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

Jagger POV “What do you need?” Ghost asks as we pull the bike to the side of the motel. I nod in the direction of the door, and he gives me a small nod as he grabs his gun from the back of his pants. “This is a robbery. Give me the money,” Ghost says as he enters the glass reception area, and I walk past in the direction of the rooms, kicking the door down. The girl screams as she jumps out of the bed, and I find Rover lying on his back with his hands tied to the bed, and I can’t help but smile at the sight in front of me. He is more stupid than I thought. How could he allow a woman to do this to him?

She looked down at the spirit dog and smiled. “Well I'm guessing, that since you‘re here, you know the way out and you can lead us outta here.” Trixie said to Razz and he barked, turned and ran out of the door barking for Trixie to follow. “Uh who are you talking to? It's no one else in here but us.” Doctor Fox asked as he looked at her strangely wondering if she had a head injury. “Oh I'm talking to Razz he is apparently a ghost now and he is going to lead us outta here, now lets move.” Trixie said, as she left the room following the sound of Razz's barking. “Yea, she definitely has a brain injury. I just hope that who ever she thinks she is seeing actually knows a way out of here.” Docto

Two of the larger Ghost Boars let out furious howls and charged at him. Chase stomped down, his foot crushing the skull of one boar, bursting it open as blood and brain matter splattered everywhere. The boars fell one after another. Then, an even bigger, more muscular Ghost Boar rushed in. A deafening screech filled the air. The massive boar opened its mouth, spitting out a fireball that shot straight for Chase's head. "Such a cheap trick!" Chase scoffed, raising his palm and slapping the fireball mid-air.

I'd hit triple digits. Proposal number one hundred. Same spot—County Clerk's Office, Borevia City. Same result—empty sidewalk, empty heart. Sonia Quindt? Off somewhere with Pierre Sanchez. Her boy toy. Could be a concert. Could be an amusement park. Didn't matter. She wasn't here. Once, they'd even rolled up to the Clerk's Office themselves—married on a dare, divorced by brunch. For fun. What I'd dreamed of, they'd trashed for kicks.

She rubs her thighs together to calm the want coursing through her and luckily it helps and she sits beside him. "You ain't my kinda female, don't you get that?" He blurts stands up and walks out heading to his little bar a few steps away from him. She stands and trails behind him. "What do you mean by that?" "What you just heard." He picks out a bottle of whiskey, pops it, and starts drinking directly from the cap. How is it possible that he can drink in his ghost form? She thinks forgetting about his reply. "How is it possible that you can drink? Thought you said you're a ghost?"

Zazu shouted, pointing at the woman’s mascara-smeared eyes. “Oh, I am sorry, are we pretending you do not look like a ghost in a horror movie right now?” Brooks’ date retorted, lifting her arms to shield herself from Zazu’s attempts to slap her. If I am honest the creators of The Conjuring would not have needed makeup artists for these two if they were acting as two of their ghosts, They were giving nightmares to people for a lifetime. "Get off me, you psycho!" Brooks' ex wife screamed, trying to push Zazu 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."