Fnaf Ghosts Novels & Stories

Faith mumbled under the blanket. I sighed out. I am not even in the mood for her blunders. "Hassina, I need to go freshen up. " "Do not hurt yourself and just admit your love for that guy. Hmm?" Hassina said. "Can we avoid this talk please?" "Alright." She smiled. *** The footsteps of the ladies thumped on the floor and their hummed took over the peaceful hostel. Vivian barged in few minutes later moving her body to the sound she made.

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]

He asked me and I desperately want to believe him but it doesn't feel like it. I don't see the possibility of things becoming okay because I have never heard of a situation where a ghost came back to life but I have seen in movies where someone became a ghost because they had some unfinished business and after that is sorted out, they vanished and I think that might be my situation, I just need to figure out what my unfinished business is.

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

Perfect! A friend of Vanessa's. Sure, this was guaranteed to work! Samson fumed but he knew it was too late to call the whole thing off, and he knew that even if he tried, Mark wouldn't listen to him. He ended the call, not giving Mark a chance to elaborate any further. Great! Now that stripper from the other night knew knew about his little problem. Vanessa knew about it too. The stripper coming tonight would probably find out too. Soon all the vampires and humans in Greenville would know about it too. He’d be the laughing stock of every party, the butt of every joke.

I would not want to see you die of an ulcer," I said, closing my eyes and patting my Light on the back. "I have already tried. But, their Don told me to fuck off. Apparently, the guys on the old continent put a lot of money on the table to pay for Andrea's services. And, I hate to admit it, but Andrea texted me to tell me to leave him alone and wait for his return," Santo complains. "Andrea Bonani is not coming back," my Light's tired voice whispers, startling Santo and me. She straightens up on one elbow and lets me catch her hand to lay kisses against her wrist.

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.

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

"Not so much anymore but he may still have teeth and is dangerous enough for me to go after him this time. He hurt you to get to me and that just doesn't do." The 'Ghosts' as they were called, were an elite special forces group that officially didn't exist. They made video games out of the rumors but they got their name from their preference of optical camouflage that made them almost invisible to the human eye. They'd be sent in on high-risk missions, usually rescue jobs that conventional forces would have lost too many men in. Dad was mostly vague about his time in the military, he told me enough to know that he was pretty bad-ass but I didn't pry. War was horrible and I know he wanted to

The day after I sent Ciara back to the hotel, the office was already alive with movement before the sun even thought about rising. No one had slept much not after the name Hector dropped into the middle of our world like a lit match. Ghost was hunched over three laptops, fingers flying, muttering to himself like the machines were personally offending him. Finn, Shamrock’s youngest sat beside him, calm, focused, and irritatingly efficient. The kid was a prodigy. If he’d been born Italian, I would’ve claimed him years ago.