Ghost And Pals Amygdala's Rag Doll Novels & Stories

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

Then, he made a strange gesture. Beside him, Amy’s eyes flashed with malice. She scanned the room and said, “Now? Edwin, are you sure about this?” Edwin opened his eyes. A look of grim determination crossed his face. He turned back to Amy and nodded. Then, both of them clenched their jaws tight until a faint, cracking sound broke the silence. A sharp, piercing hum filled the air, drilling straight into my eardrums. It awakened a nightmare that was buried deep in my memory.

But he had ended up killing the woman he claimed to love and now Amy. Dylan moved forward not caring if it were a trick or not. Amy mumbled something shaking her head. “Daddy! Don't come any closer, it's a trick,” she mumbled, shaking her head. “I'm coming Amy,” he muttered. Dylan was a few metres close to his daughter, but she kept shaking her head. Suddenly, she stopped moving and stared behind him. “Daddy, behind you!” She mumbled, but he wasn't listening. There was a loud bang behind him. Dylan turned swiftly. A man standing with a gun dropped dead on the floor, blood spilling from his head.

The dirty gag hung loose around her neck, and her breaths came in sharp gasps as she followed the sound—drawn by panic, not reason. Rylan stood in the center of the room, a gun still raised, smoke curling from its barrel. Blood pooled beneath the chair where Amelia’s boyfriend now slumped lifelessly, his eyes wide in permanent shock. Amelia was sobbing in her seat, tied, her face pale and streaked with tears. But Alyssa couldn’t move. Her feet stopped cold. Her eyes locked on Rylan—his face unreadable, cold, like stone. A version of him she’d never seen before. The shadows seemed to cling to him like a second skin. He wasn’t just powerful… he was lethal.

She walked over and set down a small cup of gelatin on the rolling tray in front of Amy. “She hasn’t wanted to eat since this morning,” she said quietly to Blair. “The meds and sedatives are messing with her appetite.” I glanced at the cup and then at Amy. “Not even jelly? You know, there are fairies trapped in jelly. Every time someone takes a bite, they escape and go live in flower gardens.” Amy squished her eyebrows adorably. “Really?” “Oh, yeah. It’s a known fact.” I crossed my heart. Amy giggled again, reached for the spoon, and took a small bite. Then another.

Sila hissed at her. “You talk like mother now”, Amy defended herself. “Oh, sister, I’m not like our mother, I’m much worse...” Sila had a crazy look that appeared in her eyes, just like her voice changed in a second. It seemed like a demon talking, not her. Her hand was suddenly around Amy’s neck, choking her to death. “Nobody takes what’s mine, ...sister”, Sila spoke, while she threw Amy’s lifeless body on the ground. While she was saying unknown words, her eyes were black, and her face was crazy and lost, like she was somewhere else, not there.

Ghost bellowed, "And I'll do anything for power!" The grafted flesh around his body squirmed as he did—a sickening sight. "It seems that I've underestimated you…" Frank dropped to one knee, turning pale and smiling in pain as he looked down at the gaping hole in his stomach. "Frank!" Skyler stumbled backward, suddenly fearing the grafted monster beside Frank. Ghost had truly gone mad, grafting the flesh of others to himself to absorb the power of the spiritron vein!

He shrugged indifferently. I shook my head at Knight, unsure of his angle. “You’re looking for a good time though, and all Pamela is capable of providing is pain. Isn’t that right?” My eyes skewered hers, and from the twitch at the left corner of her lip, she was remembering our time together just as vividly. Her eyes flashed as they landed on Knight. “Oh, I don’t know. I haven’t heard any complaints.” Ghost cocked his head. He freshly buzzed his hair for tonight and it gave him a harsh, military look. “Can’t complain if they’re dead. I’m assuming you can’t speak to the dead, correct?”

I hummed looking around for the perfect doll “That black one” I pointed at the angry looking doll “Haha, I thought you'll go for this pink cute looking one cause the last time you wore pink it really suited you why going for the pink one?” “Cause it looks like you” “Huh?” He gasped touching his face “Come on Amy we both know I don't look like this” “Just get it and stop complaining” I nudged his shoulder “Yes ma” He laughed and began struggling with the claw machine, I sat down and watched as he put coins over and over and over again and still the black doll refuse to be grabbed