Ghost Blows Out The Light Novels & Stories

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

With that he shuts off the light and slam the door behind him. “Please. Please. Let me out. I don’t want to be here. Please! Someone save me. Please!” The darkness is suffocating. I try to take a deep breath but there is not enough air. The chilly and damp air creeps through my cotton clothes. I hear the echoing groan in the background. It’s so lonely and filled with pain. Like the groan of an unholy ghost.

Memories of the chilling night she spent guarding the family mausoleum flooded back, rendering her unable to sleep without lights until now. Just as she contemplated seeking help, the lights flickered back to life. But her moment of relief was fleeting. Just as she stood clad in nothing but her undergarments, the lights dimmed once more, accompanied by eerie wails reminiscent of that ominous night. Clara knew this was no mere coincidence; someone was behind it. Summoning her courage, she hastily dressed, intent on fleeing the room. Yet before she could act, a ghostly figure materialized at the window. Its headless form dripped with blood, lunging toward her with a chilling cry for her life.

he says as he walks past me with Rover over his shoulder with his ass exposed to the world to see. “I have a better idea,” I say, removing my own helmet and following Ghost inside. Thorn and Crybaby are in the van waiting for orders while Thorn erases our passage through cameras. “Where do you want this piece of shit?” Ghost asks and I point at the chair in the middle of the room. The only thing above it is a single lightbulb. I know it is very cliche, but I wanted him to be afraid as soon as his eyes opened again.

She put down the picture and ran to the sofa, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Mommy, you’re being lazy again! I’m going back to our old home to get the music box. Then, I can wake you up!” Seeing her determined to leave, I instinctively reached out for an umbrella, wanting to remind her that it was raining outside. Alas, my hand passed right through her body! In that instant, I suddenly remembered—I was dead. I could never protect her like before.

“What a pity. Afraid of ghosts in your own glass, DiMarco?” Lucy’s heart raced. Austin’s grip on her hand tightened, but she could see the trap closing, the crowd watching, hungry for drama. Greg leaned closer, his words a whisper meant only for Lucy. “One sip, darling, and the game changes.” Lucy froze, the glass glinting between them, the weight of the gala pressing down like a noose. And then The lights flickered. Once. Twice. And the entire ballroom plunged into darkness.

CHAPTER 66 — Awakening of the Ghost The blue light erupted from the orb, filling the shattered church with a brilliance that burnt my retinas. Every shard of glass, every splinter of wood, trembled with energy. The air vibrated, thick with raw power, and the smell of ozone made my lungs scream. Luca… no, the vessel inside the orb—he screamed. Not a scream of fear, but of awakening. Every pulse of light was his heartbeat, every crackling surge a cry of freedom.

“Guess correctly, and maybe I’ll let you watch him fall!” Silence was his only answer. “Where is he?!” David screamed. “Find him!” The torches swept the room, finally landing on the wooden tub. The assistant dropped his phone, the light spinning on the floor. “Spirit! It’s a vengeful spirit!” Blood was leaking from the eyes and lips of the corpse in the water. In the flickering torchlight, it looked like a monster rising from the depths. The assistant bolted, screaming. The guards followed, their predatory instincts replaced by primal fear.