Eric Cartman Ghost Novels & Stories

’ Matt recognized his voice, streaks of sweat collected on his forehead as the air around him whispered, “You’re being used to kill the demon who killed Arianna’s brother.” “Was it the cat? Or the Gramps? Or he?” He mused aloud and shouted, “Who’s the demon?” “You are.” Gramps chortled, separating his tongue from the hair. To Matt, he’s still a work of fiction, who found being a ghost fun when he can muddle over people’s heads, speaking without their tongue in use. “We’ll talk about it, but first I’ll have my fill.” The Ghost of Michigan intervened. “Why can’t I see you?”

Spinning on the girl, I quickly glance around, looking for bystanders who might be paying us too much attention and seeing nothing. “He held onto a ghost for two years and could never move forward. No one can battle a dead person who hangs over someone’s soul like a black cloud. But you’re here now….. he can let go of his guilt, remember the reason he left you, and finally move on. We can pick up where we left off, and my patience will be repaid.” She picks up a pack of cherries and tosses them in her cart, pulling it back to turn away, and smiles like an evil witch, a cat who got the cream, and it riles me.

She lightly out the glance on him and had to stop. That man was Gael. Gael Greyson. The person who died three months ago. She paused and looked at him rather confused. "You can see me right?" He took a step towards her making San took a step back. "I thought so." He walked towards her and lifted his hand as tried to touch her face but his passed through her. San suddenly felt scared. "But I can not touch you." He nodded. "G...Gh...Ghosttttt" San suddenly shouted as she ran towards her apartment. It was a ghost. It was definitely a ghost.

"Elle, you need to see this.” Ghost calls out. I push the knife a little harder into the Collector’s shoulder before jumping to my feet. I give him one last look before turning my back on him. His fingers have stopped twitching; even if I take the knife out, the damage is most likely permanent, and he’s no threat to me anymore. I see Ghost has walked behind the counter; he has a computer in front of him and the glow of the screen is lighting him up, making him look like some kind of otherworldly ghost. I kind of get the name but it seems more like a punishment to me, like his parents judged him on how he looked when he was born and decided to brand him with the name forever.

I tried to calm her down. "I think it was villain X, Autumn. I think it was him. It has to be him!" She gave me a firm nod and licked her lips nervously. "Nah, I still think it was Casper. Who is Villain X anyway? The one from the X-files? Aliens are not real though ghosts pretty much are. I saw one when I was a kid, it did not look as cute as Casper but it was a ghost. I am sure of it. They can not get past a salt line you know, so I guess we should have salt in hand just in case the vengeful spirit is—"

Nick exclaimed. He immediately pointed his thermal camera on top of the railing and what he got was a sudden significant temperature drop. "I got a temperature drop right there." He added. They quickly came to his side to see it with their own eyes. And, what they saw was definitely a crucial temperature drop. It is believed that ghosts/spirits use the energy in their surroundings to recharge themselves or for their manifestations. Sometimes, they'll absorb the thermal energy around themselves which usually results in a considerable drop in temperature. This often indicates that a certain unknown entity is present at that spot. Otherwise, what else can cause such an alteration in temperature

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.

Abel also noticed Camden's uniqueness, but Ghost Escort has its own rules: "Whatever he wants to do, we'll take him there. Even if it's a ghost, once they leave their territory before being sealed, they will attract resentment, which is not good for you living spirits." Camden at that moment, his eyes looked a bit lost. What spirit, what soul? Does that mean he's already dead? He died? Camden looked at his hand, all good, not blown off. No, he shouldn't be like this. Camden put his hand on his head, and his eyes started to turn red. Seeing this, Ivan wanted to take action. The iron chain in my hand was like it had seen a ghost, couldn't even shake it off!

Skyler screeched to a halt, her face pale in terror. "Nom… Young girls taste the best." Ghost was licking the blood off his lips as he threw the corpse he had been holding with just one hand and grinned viciously. It was a girl just around seventeen, her expression frozen eternally in death after Ghost chewed through her throat. Seeing that she was not getting away, Skyler decided to talk and try to buy time. "Don't you see?! The power of the spiritron vein has consumed you!" That only left Ghost glowering. "And that's because your boss Torrent pushed me this far!"

The Golem got a hand on the dead jazzman, but Easy tossed him aside like the clay man was a rag doll. Easy plunged the blade into the shrink’s chest before anyone else could intercept him. “Papa Nightmare sends his best,” said Easy Street, twisting the blade. Curtis punched the ghost in the mouth, knocking his sunglasses away. Easy Street fell to the ground. He gazed up at Curtis with a stunned look on his eyeless face. “Hello, you little bitch,” said Curtis.