Eric Cartman Ghost Novels & Stories

" 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. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

The Ember Ghost opened his mouth and showed his sharp teeth before lowering her mouth to the exposed woman’s neck. The crowd watched in silence as the Ember Ghost appeared to suck the woman’s blood. The woman’s arms flailed weakly but her face looked serene, if not enjoying the experience. Then, the woman’s expression slowly changed into pain and she grimaced. She placed her arms around the Ember Ghost’s head weakly before dropping them weakly to her side. Then, the woman’s limp body slid out of view leaving the Ember Ghost standing. He wiped the remaining red stains from his mouth with a swipe of his arm before disappearing within the smoke that blew from across the float.

He opened and turned pages and finally stopped at a specific page. "Is this what it looked like?" He asked, pointing at a ghostly image on the book page. "Yes. They can't be eliminated, two guards are already dead and their faces were blue.. icy blue. Samuel is attempting to hold them off but I doubt he can," "They are cathas, spirits of the forgotten. They were offended. Someone must have done something to wake them, cathas don't appear unless their resting place was disturbed by someone, and the person is usually from the place they appeared. '' Said Robert.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

The ghost kept floating taking them to the deepest part of the woods, they got to a place which was very dark, the temperature around it was cold, really cold. Catrina got down from Terrick's back when the alpha stopped walking. It front of them stood a huge black door with red knob. The ghost girl when through the door with no need for it to open, Terrick shift to his human form, his hand stretch to touch the knob but it burned him. "Looks like the rumors are true, a living person can't open the gate of Hades." He step back for Catrina to move forward, the human stretch her hand to the doorknob taking a deep breath she twist and the door open.

Eric scribbled notes just as Greta did. “No, it got bad around the time the Manor House Burned. You don’t think it had something to do with it, do you? This doesn’t feel like the other ghost we have in the shop. This one’s darker, more threatening, and aggressive feeling.” Greta perked up at that comment. “You can feel spirits?”

“Especially considering there’s a dead body right fucking there.” We both laugh, the tension cracking just slightly, and I lean into Ghost again, letting him hold me because, fuck, I need it right now. “Like I care,” Ghost taunts, the smirk evident in his voice. “I’d happily fuck him on his grave.” “No,” I mutter, shaking my head against his shoulder. His laughter is loud, unapologetic.“Guess I found one of your hard limits,” he muses. “No fucking on your father’s grave.”

The ghost did nothing, so the scythe completely sucked it, and the grim reaper waved its hand, and the portal opened. “Is the underworld on the other side of the portal?” Hugo asked. ‘No.’ Tyler thought. “No,” Kyra said. Hugo, Kyra, and Raven slowly walked closer to Cael, Damon, and Tyler. As they watch, the portal gradually closes. “The ghost is gone,” said Cael. “I think we need to light a candle for the soul of that ghost,” Damon said. Everyone looked at him. “Ahm, you know that old saying to rest it in peace?”

"Instacart. TaskRabbit. I'll order a hundred of them. And thick sweaters. Turtlenecks." "I will look suspicious wearing a turtleneck in summer." "You'll look eccentric. That's your brand." Elion pulled out his phone. He started typing furiously. "This is ridiculous," Cale said. "We are fighting ghosts with hand warmers." "We aren't fighting ghosts," Elion corrected. "We're fighting the exposure." "The ghost is real," Cale whispered. Elion stopped typing. He looked at Cale. "What?" "The mirror," Cale said. "I didn't break it. You didn't break it."