Catching Ghosts Novels & Stories

A single message appeared across the center of the screen in bold red letters. TAG. YOU’RE IT. I folded my arms across my chest. “What the hell?” I stared at it another second. “Tag. You’re it?’ I shook my head. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” The words vanished. For one brief second the screen went completely blank. Then… A large white blob slowly floated onto the monitor. “No…” I narrowed my eyes. “It isn’t a blob.” I leaned in even closer. “It…” I sighed dramatically. “It’s a damn ghost.”

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

My eyes went wide seeing his pupils up close, his eyes were red and his pupil is black! Oh my god! “Calm down.” He said calmly but of course, I didn’t calm down. I feel so scared that I can’t help but to tightly close my eyes and tried punching him in the stomach but he just catched my fist that made me feel even more scared. I took some steps backwards to at least widen our distance. Who knew if he suddenly bit me? I read something about ghosts that copy the humans who their target longs about. They used it as bait or to deceive them to follow what they wanted… I also read about ghosts that can hurt humans. Thinking about it, this one could touch me, meaning….

“Quick, absorb some Yang energy. Take a deep breath.” “...” Candice’s nose nearly got squashed. Her face twisted in pain. She jabbed his chest, “Can you stop joking around at a time like this? Don’t you think something’s off? Why didn’t they just start the activities after the dinner? Why send us to rest in our rooms? What’s going on here, can you figure it out?” Charlie cupped her face gently. “I figured it out.” “What?” Candice asked, nervous. “There are ghosts here,” he said seriously, his voice low and mysterious. “Maybe we’ll encounter a lot of supernatural events soon.”

"Custard, I love you, but you are doing to ruin the dress." 'Master! Spirit.' He spoke to me urgently. Custard was looking to his right and I followed his gaze. There, at the corner of the hallway and passed the weapon's room, stood a man with red hair. I couldn't fully see his face because it was a blur. And his body was transparent enough that I understand what Custard was saying. I stood frozen on my spot as I took a step back. "Nate? Nate!" I quickly ran and started rattling the door. "There's a ghost! There's a ghost!" I screamed and looked at the spirit. It was still there and looking at me. I was kicking and punching the door at this point. "NATHANIEL!" I screamed and stopped when som

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

Scar’s weak, terrified voice echoed from the darkness. Ghost’s heart sank. “Scar...” Scar blinked, eyes widening in disbelief. “Gh... Ghost...” Ghost rushed to the cage, pulling at the gate. “Even the devil can’t catch me.” “Oh my God! It’s really you, Ghost!” Scar rambled in disbelief. “You’re here! You’re alive! Those bastards couldn’t get to you.” Ghost grinned widely, continuing to fumble with the gate. “The key, the key is with the ugly...”

The evil spirit was angrier that he swiftly turned around to catch her, "You! Come here you vile reaper! Huh!" K Whatever was running through her life as she didn't know how to catch a ghost, more importantly, an evil ghost! Without an announcement, she fell to the ground as a small rock was on her way making her tumble down. "Ahh!" The evil spirit grinned and caught her. He pushed her to the ground and suffocated her with his black mists, "Oh, Hanabi, here I thought you're great. You're only great at creating this trap... No, this tomb especially made just for you~"

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

“I was in and out of sleep.” “Thoughts of Titanic?” He turned to face her now, and he was sitting more closely than she thought prudent. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “Most of my ghosts reside elsewhere.” He closed his eyes and turned his head away. “I’m sorry, Meg.” “I don’t need your sympathy either,” she reminded him, though her tone was just as innocent as his had been. “I suppose not,” he admitted, turning back to face her. “But you have it just the same.”