Eric Cartman Ghost Novels & Stories

Carly struggled as she managed to speak to Theo. “I promise you, I will find your killer and kill them, they will pay for that, they will surely pay dearly for that, I promise.” Theo replied to Carly in a whisper as she closed her eyes. “Thank… you” she said her final words as she laid her head gently on his arm, her hand slowly dropped to the ground as she gaved up the ghost with her head still resting on Theo’s arms. An infiltrating dark aura filled the woods as Theo sensed a presence of an unknown figure... Gomok.

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru

When we are both at eye level, I see that it is indeed one and the same because now the little boy has the soul eater’s pale beautiful face. Forcing me to drop her, she grows into her full size and opens her mouth to shriek at me. Not thinking, I stand there staring for a minute too long till she turns and disappears out the door. I run after her, but by the time I reach the door she is long gone. Like a ghost, she has this way of disappearing into the night.

Think of Ava. “I trust you’re familiar with how things operate down here,” Carlton continued. “I’ve heard rumors,” I said carefully. “Then let me make them louder.” He stood, pulling a black remote from his pocket. With a click, the wall behind him glowed and split open into a wide, clear observation window. Below it: cages. Dozens of them. Men, women, teenagers. Some with glowing eyes, others with trembling wings or curved horns. One boy couldn’t have been more than twelve.

“What? Did she swim too much and turn into a mermaid?” Carter shook his head, exasperated. “She’s… never mind. Just ask her to leave, Iris.” “Why? She’s not bothering anyone,” Iris replied, folding her arms. “You’re the one acting like you’ve seen a ghost.” Carter stared at her for a moment, debating whether to tell her what he’d just witnessed. Finally, he shook his head. “Forget it.” “Fine,” Iris said, turning toward the door. “But you’re being dramatic.”

He muttered and smiled a sad one before walking out of the room; then, I went close to my body to look at it intently. "I felt his touch. I felt my father's hand holding mine!" I let out when I noticed the four ghosts who just passed through the wall on my right. They must have seen my father walking into my room. One of my new ghost friends is Ericka, who got here three weeks ago because of a motorbike accident, and Lucinda, a middle-aged woman who got a heart attack a month ago. "Really?" Clinton asked in surprise and examined my physical body closely, and Dylan tried to touch my left barefoot.

Then he closed his eyes and shook his head. "What's going on... I-I mean, what happened?" I asked, trying to gain back my balance. "Why are you looking this way?" Just then I noticed, everything was dark and the room was filled with a ghostly sensation. I shuddered. "Fear not Cilia! You're safe with me." He voiced. I could see his eyes wide open, shining like a diamond in the dark room. "I'm so sorry you had to endure such hell because of me. I'm actually what you're thinking I am." He paused, trying to come closer to me as he stood up from his sitting position.

He prescribed her with a few vitamins and advised Amara to take complete rest for the next few days. Lima slept with Amara the complete night. The next day when she got up Amara looked around her room haunted. "Grandma, there was a man playing guitar under a distant tree." She pointed to the window from where they can have a beautiful view of the entire garden of the estate. "Before I could leap my eyes, he was right before me giving out his devilish laughter. He was completely smeared with a white paint but his face was covered with hair. The description brought goosebumps on Lima's skin but she did not want to ventilate her frightened conclusions before her granddaughter. "That must be yo

the man replied as he held a flash drive up. "Go ahead" Antonio said. The man went to the big television screen on the wall and inserted the flash drive in the corner. The video began to play. They all watched with bated breath as Ferrante came out of his bedroom and walked towards the water dispenser in the hall and took a cup of water. On his way back to the room however, he started screaming at an invisible thing none of rest could see. He also flailed his arms trying to ward the invisible thing off. As he did so he gradually backed the staircase. And then he fell and died.