Eric Cartman Ghost Novels & Stories

Only a bright red Spirit Pill remained on the ground. Darryl noticed that the Spirit Pill was wrapped in flames. However, he barely gave it any thought and immediately kept it. Then, Darryl sat there cross-legged and rested for a while. The Four Evil Beasts. He had already dealt with three of them. He did not know where the final one was. However, at that moment, he did not care about it anymore. He would only think about it once he had recuperated. … Meanwhile, with the Carter family in the World Universe.

“It’s a damn ghost.” The cartoon ghost floated from one side of the screen to the other before stopping. Its tongue stuck out. Then… The damn thing actually wiggled it. One word appeared beneath it. Boo. I slowly turned my head toward Barnie. His shoulders were shaking. One hand covered his mouth almost immediately. He was trying… Really trying… Not to laugh. Unfortunately for him… He wasn’t succeeding. That somehow managed to piss me off even more. “What?” I motioned toward the screen. “You think this is funny?”

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

I had to settle for holding his hand. The gloopy sounds of a transformation began. Bones broke and rearranged. The bear disappeared, and a mountain of a man took his place—a bearded, very hairy mountain of a man. “I’m here to see the Colonel. You, Esmerelda?” I nodded, and a low growl vibrated in Ghost’s chest. “Don’t mean no harm. He said you keep tearing up his lawn with your witchy skills.” He chuckled. “That man loves his lawn. The name’s Boomer.” “This is Ghost, my mate.”

Charlotte says, her voice low and calm and absolutely terrifying, “I’d have done it myself. And you wouldn’t find a single trace left behind.” She presses just a little harder with her boot. “Now get this through your thick skull, biker boy. I don’t owe you shit. But I came because I knew something was wrong. So you can either shut the fuck up and help her, or get in my way and find out just how short your life can get.” Ghost is still smirking. “Damn,” he says. “She threw your ass down without even blinking.”

He then spoke, pointing at Ghost, who by the way was still bouncing around in the flowers. Oh crap, I totally forgot about him! I mentally slapped myself, then turned to the side, “Oh my god, Ghost, get back here!” I shouted at the crazed husky. “Ghost?” The guy instantly asked confused. “Yeah, she’s a total Game of Thrones fan,” Kara explained giggling. “Oh...” He mumbled, while I was still looking at Ghost, who was heading towards me, but suddenly stopped in his tracks and started howling like a crazed wolf.

Carl was wise and sharp to know that something was going on when he disappeared. Carl met a lot of ghosts and demons in different stages- such as ghosts one step away from becoming a demon, fully demonized souls, and half demonized souls- a lot of times due to the nature of his position in the haunted mansion. So Carl could tell the demon's breath in Lucas long ago. But because Carl treated Lucas sincerely as his friend, he did not report it to anyone in the haunted mansion and kept it to himself. He doesn't want to witness his friend being treated as their backup food.

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

Again, he reminds her of Mathias despite the difference in eye and hair color. The ghost pointer lowers to and hovers over the Delete button and then… clicks it. | Are you sure you want to delete this character? Cancel OK | The pointer clicks OK and just like that, the character of Ecto disappears and only Kayzel remains.