Falling Ghost Novels & Stories

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.

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

Jasmine went flying into the basement falling down the stairs from the drawback force. Gabriel could sense she was in trouble and bit through the pain of lifting himself up. It was as if The Almighty himself was giving him strength because the Guild member holding him down looked worried as to how he was able to move him. A blast came from the corridor blasting through the walls as if a bomb exploded. The drawback knocked the Guild off of Gabriel then, causing him to worry for Jasmine.

Just as the head of the female ghost was about to collide with Alex, he stomped his foot and made a gesture with his hand before letting out a roar. “Lightning Fall!” In that instant, there was thunder and lightning ringing throughout the sky. A bright lightning bolt struck down from the clear sky, and hit hard on the head of the female ghost.

I called out loud, hoping that whoever it was would answer me. But no one answered. Mommy! Brother! Daddy! Where are you? Maybe I heard a ghost? Is it really a ghost haunting this place? I shook my head again, trying to be rational. What the hell! There are no ghosts, Francine! You are just hallucinating because you're tired! Or maybe you’re just going crazy? "Is anybody here?" I asked once again, my voice steadier this time, as I took slow steps closer to the massive Narra tree.

He crossed the space that was between us and grab my hands like he was afraid that I might disappear. ‎ ‎" Ryo thank God you are here" he said, his grip still tight, too tight. ‎ ‎" I came as soon as you called, what happened" I asked. ‎ ‎She fell into the water, I don't know what happened, but she started screaming, drowning, I thought I had lost her. ‎ ‎" is okay" let's see her first, I said. ‎

“It didn’t feel like fighting. It felt like… drowning.” Ghost’s gaze didn’t waver. “That’s what it feels like when someone breaks you down long enough. You start believing the water’s stronger than you.” He stepped closer, but not too close. Just enough that his presence anchored her. “But you’re still here. You didn’t let it take you.” Her eyes burned, tears stinging. She dropped her gaze, whispering, “I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending I’m not broken.” “You are broken,” Ghost said simply. “We all are. Difference is whether you stay shattered, or let people help you put the pieces back.”

It wasn't supposed to cling to my insides like a secret I couldn't keep. I dropped the test in the sink. The sound it made was too definitive. My knees gave way beneath me and I fell across the edge of the tub and looked down at the cracked tile below me. The air clung heavy, stickily sticking to me like guilt and my throat burned with unshed tears. He didn't have a name, or any pointer. Just a ghost with steel blue eyes and a scarred chest. A man who bled on my couch and kissed me like I was the last decent thing he'd ever touched.

Ghosts no more. A blonde woman in an 18th-century gown locked eyes with me. She raised her translucent hand in farewell. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice like falling snow. And then they vanished—into light, into peace, into something far beyond my comprehension. My knees buckled. And then— “ETHAN!” He collapsed. No warning, no sound—he just fell. His tall figure crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut. I rushed to him, heart racing.

“But you know me. I never do what I’m supposed to.” Her laugh slid under Abby’s skin, cold and sticky. Ivy whimpered, curling tighter into the blanket. Abby wanted to go to her, but she couldn’t move. Not when Edward stood so still, so rigid, caught in the crosshairs of the ghost outside. Daniel moved closer to the hall, his voice a harsh whisper. “Edward, if she found this place, it’s compromised. Sitting here talking is suicide. We’ve got to get them out—” “Quiet.” Edward’s voice snapped, sharp as glass.