Gerard Way Ghost Of You Novels & Stories

A soft beeping sound echoed through the room. Luca frowned. "That's strange." "What is it?" "My laptop..." "It's receiving a wireless signal." The signal strength rapidly increased. Then— The underground lights suddenly flickered. Every monitor switched off. Seconds later... One screen came back to life. Static filled the display. A familiar silhouette slowly appeared. The Ghost. Evelyn's expression instantly hardened. "No..." "That's impossible." The figure tilted their head. "Hello, Evelyn." The voice was distorted. Cold. Mocking.

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.

"Rose, if you die, do you think our parents will come back? You being stubborn—that's what killed them! Living with that guilt, suffering every day—that's the punishment you deserve." My chest felt hollow. An emptiness spread through me. Even my breath smelled like blood. After a long silence, I forced myself to calm down and nodded. "Fine. Have it your way. But I'm not going back with you." I brushed past him and headed upstairs. Behind me, there was a long stretch of silence. Then, suddenly, his voice—soft, almost tender. "Rose." That gentle voice was almost foreign to me. My heart clenched violently. I knew Raymond too well. In over twenty years of being siblings, I had learned to read ev

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.

It raised the hairs on the back of her neck. “I’d like to know who our stalking spirit is? Who is the wandering female spirit? Who is the spirit on the island?” It took a while for a response. Eric was sure this was a bust. But Greta continued to talk slowly. Cajoling the ghost politely to step forward and speak to her. After asking the spirit whether the ghost following them had ill intentions, the words, “In a way…” This came through the static of the rapidly switching radio stations. Eric didn’t know what to do. He threw himself out of the chair he was sitting in and stepped away quickly.

Said a boy as he walked up to Autumn, "hey, can we hurry up with this cause I have somewhere to be. Oh I didn't sign up for this." "You have exactly ten minutes to trap your ghosts inside their belongings and bring them back, do you understand." Their teacher said, Autumn shook her head and yelled. "No, I don't even know what this is." "Don't worry you'll be okay, just copy someone. Ready, set, begin." Everyone was doing something with their Ouija board but Autumn, well she had no idea on how to even use the thing so she kept copying everyone especially Jay, he seemed to know what he was doing but along the line she got the step wrong and cut herself by accident, her eyes grew thin as her ha

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

"Mia, as a human, you might not be aware of the rules in the werewolf world. When a child dies, her parents will experience an electrical sensation when they touch the child's urn. "If the werewolf spiritual power was applied on the urn, it would shine like a moon in the night sky." "What did you say? Is there no need for a DNA test? And I thought you couldn't get the test done after Cecilia was cremated…" Mia started rambling in a fit of panic as she glared at me with resentment. Now, I had learned of her plan. "So, Liam, do you want to confirm Cecilia's paternity?" The spiritual power within me had started to stir.

It was displayed. My chest tightened as I lifted it with a gloved hand. The scent hit immediately, chemical, sharp, layered with something metallic underneath. Chlorine and cold steel. A smell I had not encountered in years but recognized all the same. It was the same ghost note that had clung to the air the night my parents died. This was not chaos. It was not a fight gone wrong or a rogue passing through. This was intent. Someone had gotten close enough to Owen to inject him, or had taken him elsewhere and left this behind as a message. Either option required control, preparation, and knowledge of what we were.

Gerald finally said, his mind racing with possibilities. As they walked to the guest room, Gerald's heart pounded in his chest. Who could this person be? And why did Lyra want him to treat them? When they arrived at the room, Gerald's eyes widened in shock. It was Elisa, his best friend who he thought was dead. "Albert, am I hallucinating? What am I seeing? Is that a ghost?" Albert looked confused. "Sir, there's no ghost. Only a woman on the bed." Gerald slowly approached the bed, his hands shaking as he touched Elisa's cold skin. She was real, but her body was going cold. "How is this even possible?" he muttered, rushing to get supplies to treat her.