Ghost And Pals Amygdala's Rag Doll Novels & Stories

Taking frightened steps she went to the window to close it. To her surprise at a distance was a man sitting under a tree playing guitar. He was in rags and wild hairs falling on his face. Amara could not see him. Why would he play the instrument in the middle of the night? Amara thought blinking her eyes looking at his weak drained figure and the next second he was right in front of her window in a villainous laughter. His hair was covering the face and white powder was smeared all over his body. Amara squaled in terror closing her eyes and soon dropped to unconsciousness.

Rosie thinks the girl is a total fake; her smile makes Rosie roll her eyes. "Rosie this is Rhea, my friend and Rhea this is Rosie, my umm cousin haha." Ryan introduces them to eachother. Rosie wants to roll her eyes but she doesn’t, she just nods along and looks away at the tv. She already doesn’t like him with her; they come and sit on the large double sofa next to the single one Rosie is sitting on. Ryan passes her one of the pizza boxes and keeps one for them. He goes to Netflix and plays a horror movie. Rosie secretly rolls her eyes knowing too well, why he did that. She angrily starts stuffing her mouth with pizza. Rhea cuddles with him, from Rosie’s side it seems like she's sitting on

My buddy, Adam Page, calls me and says that his mom is hospitalized, and he can't rush back in time. He asks me to submit his competition entry that is due tonight. We're both in the competition, but I have already submitted my entry. I'm just about to say yes to helping him when my mouse suddenly jerks. "Don't you dare click it! If you submit his entry for him, you'll lose your first-place prize and the 20,000 dollars prize money! He'll even go on livestream and accuse you of stealing his work, saying that you cost him the prize money and caused his mom to die because she couldn't afford treatment. You'll be torn apart by online bullying, saddled with a huge debt, and end up losing every

So without thinking, I reached out with shaky hands and turned the knob, pushing the door open. There was nothing, the living room was exactly as I left it, but something still felt off. Brushing it off as paranoia, I made for my room but nearly collapsed when a wave of dizziness hit me suddenly. My vision began to go in and out, my clothes began to cling to my skin as beads of sweat formed on my body. I felt hot. Not able to keep myself up any longer, I collapsed to the ground, blacking out before my body hit the ground. But before that, I saw something, a pair of shiny blue eyes staring at me. Damn Amy

" 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.

Rhys grumbled storming to the table grabbing a glass of whiskey and taking a sip, struggling to hide his jealousy and the turmoil of emotions within him. He let Adrian play whatever game he was playing. He wasn’t going to lose Amara to him. Not again. “This is Abigail, and this is Oliver. They’re my friends. We used to hang out all the time when we were still students.” Adrian said motioning towards the men. One of them had a blonde head with smoking blue eyes. But the other, he seemed so familiar. Her heart pounding. Amara couldn't shake the sensation that she knew Abigail from somewhere, but her memory remained stubbornly elusive. She tried to hide her unease and discomfort by offering a p

The ghost looked at me with pleading eyes. "Those are talismans of Gong tau," Miyako whispered; Chinese black magic. "Those are finger bones," the friendless one added. Smashing them seemed like the sane thing to do. Pamela wouldn't have liked that excuse. I held up each trinket before the ghost. The first one - nothing. The second one - pleading. The third one - nothing. I had to be sure. I smashed the second one. The ghost's shape rippled then began to fade.

Everything feels normal with soft music and mirrored walls. The elevator starts going up. Up? I frown immediately. Wait! Shouldn’t lunch be downstairs? “Oh no.” I press a random button, but nothing happens. Great! I’m trapped in the rich people machine. Well then, let me see where I'll be dropped off. A second later, the elevator dings softly. The doors slide open. I look forward, and my entire soul exits my body like I just saw a ghost. Because standing directly outside the elevator waiting is Amy Stone Ford.

The answer is written in my scars. "Look at them devour those bones like a pack of starved rogue ghosts!" Amy mutters, rolling her eyes in absolute disgust as she watches our plates clear. Zack still refuses to offer her a single word of comfort, and her stomach is beginning to twist with agonizing hunger. What is wrong with this alpha male? She waits with bated breath until our table has stripped every single bone clean. The moment I wipe the grease from my fingers, she rises from her cushion and struts over to our mats.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.