Catching Ghosts Novels & Stories

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

His eyes went wide, and he started grabbing at his neck, frantically trying to breathe. Spider moved forward, trying to help him. I wished there were a spider as large as the web on his hand, one that could bite him and leave him dead on the ground. Suddenly, he cried out, flinging his hand around, shouting about pinchers as big as teeth. He all but forgot Snake was still struggling to breathe. Ghost was next. I imagined him as pale and see-through as the name I’d given him. When he reached for Snake, his hands passed straight through him. He tried again and again, the same result each time. There was genuine fear on his face when he turned to me.

Someone, take me away from here. I don’t know what happened next, or if my fervent prayers had been heard, but a sudden burst of light came down, blinding me. The demons swarming around me disintegrated into thin air, evaporating from my sight. However, I could still feel the ghost of their touches. The eerie feeling where their hands on my skin remain. I was gasping, my heart galloping a hundred thousand miles per hour, heaving in my chest. A hand suddenly appeared in my vision, touching my face and startling me in the process while my head was all so muddled up with what the hell was happening.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

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

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.

I checked my phone and saw a text message from the electricity utility company. The electricity bill for this month was three thousand eight hundred dollars. I stared at that number for a full minute. Three thousand eight hundred dollars?! I lived alone. How could my electricity usage possibly be so high?! I suddenly remembered something. The faucet turned on by itself. The television switched on in the middle of the night. Meals appeared like clockwork every single day! Since when did paranormal activities run up the electric bill? Pure rage shot through me. I leaped out of bed, snatched my phone, and screamed into the empty room, “Nathaniel Simmons! Get out of here right now!

My spiritual sight was honing itself, allowing me to perceive the reflections of souls—both living and dead—even as the material world remained a shroud of darkness and red mist. The ghosts surged forward, emboldened by their hunger, attempting to possess Malachi as they had tried with me. He snarled a warning, but they did not falter. Then, his hand moved in a blur, his fist punching directly through the leading three spirits. They recoiled instantly, stunned. The apparitions behind them collided with the wounded ones in a tangle of spectral limbs. It was a perplexing sight; a mortal’s fist should have passed through them like smoke.

Her heart pounded in her chest, fueling her determination to survive the terrifying encounters that lay ahead. Amidst the tangled branches and whispering leaves, Erica caught glimpses of ghostly figures drifting through the mist. Ghostly phantoms swirled around her, their mournful wails echoing in the stillness of the night. She shivered, her senses heightened as she cautiously navigated through the ethereal presence.