Casper Mcfadden Ghost Novels & Stories

"He's right, you know. Two years ago, you disappeared into thin air right after informing us the wedding was canceled. We wouldn't have known what happened to you if Ian didn't tell us. What kind of a friend are you anyway?" "That's exactly how I feel. You didn't even bother updating us, and you were late to your own party! You're going to have to pay for that by doing shots." "You got that right! No one's leaving here sober tonight. Let's all have a blast!" Cecily had never met my childhood friends before. Worried that they might not like her, she felt rather nervous. Sensing her uneasiness, I quietly took her hand. Once our eyes met, she felt a lot more reassured.

He was tense earlier because of the stares, but I'm sure he was enjoying their adoration of him. Ghosts don't favor crowded spaces. Their real name is Myles McCormick, aka Ghost. He's only a few years younger than me before he joined the team. He has been given the name Ghost because of his code name. He is good at not being spotted. He's a great master of disguise, and you wouldn't think twice to know who or where he is. He's like a wandering ghost who came to fuck you.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]

I scoff, somehow managing to inject sarcasm into my voice despite the searing pain in my chest, "you think you're some kind of Van Helsing, don't you? I don't know where Fiona is, I swear on my grandma's grave! She's probably at home, curled up in her PJs and bingeing N*****x like any other normal teenager." Casper's face twists into a mask of rage, his voice booming through the cavern. "She's not freaking home, Vivaldi!" he bellows. "I checked on her twice after you snatched her from her front porch like some kind of vampire ninja! Her parents said they haven't seen her since this afternoon!"

But since Macy was present, and he could see how she was pinching her friend in secret, he just chuckled to get their attention. "It's okay, it's my fault too. Let's just call it quits," he said with a smile. Macy smiled back, but Caspien could see how much her friend wanted to disappear in embarassment, which made him laugh. "I'm Caspien" He introduced himself, and Macy exclaimed, "My idol!" "I'm Macy, and this is my friend Danica. I'm really sorry for what happened," Macy said, looking at him apologetically.

'But this guy got it. "Erm, ain't you done checking me out?" The male's voice called back her attention. "Ouch," she let out, flushing in embarrassment. "You don't look bad yourself cutie, any guy will be begging to make you his at first sight. What is your name pretty damsel?" "I'm Sandra and you're?" "I'm Chris. Chris Allen." SPIRITS OF NATURE "He survived and now we are his enemies," a voice from a tree said. "We will have to fight for him when he reaches the kingdom of the ghosts of terror," another voice replied.

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

He opened the door and to his greatest surprise, the two Train drivers or engine drivers were dead. Their heads were placed on the buttons in front of them with blood spilling all over the place. It was obvious that they were shot by someone but who? Mr. Mark wondered. He looked scared but couldn’t go to meet his wife and kids with such expression. He had to change his Expression before walking out of the control room. It was going to be their end and he knew it. He walked to where his wife and kids were and all that popped into his head was his daughter Crystal who was all alone at home.

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.