Ghost Booktok Novels & Stories

Ton said, checking his camera's battery one last time. Miki Izawa, a ghost-hunting YouTuber, was live-streaming to her nearly one million followers. "Hey, everyone! Today, Miki is going to explore a new aquarium that just opened!" Her cheerful voice echoed through her bedroom, which was filled with content creation equipment.

Benny gave me a hard time from the moment we met. Ghost nodded, his fingers sliding over his phone. After a few moments, he turned his screen to me, and my forehead creased. It was an old picture of a girl grinning at the camera, missing two front teeth. Those green eyes, round-shaped face, and dark hair belonged to Benny. I squinted my eyes, louring at Ghost’s phone. She was swimming with a few other kids in the shallow parts of a fucking ocean. My eyes locked with Ghost. “I think there’s something wrong with my head. I should see a therapist, yes?” he asked, already on his feet. He didn’t have to ask me twice.

Leo began. I eyed him sceptically. "You've mentioned that before." "Indeed, but there's more. Someone is controlling him," Leo continued, dropping a picture on my desk. It showed a shadowy figure draped in dark robes. "He is known as Ghost." Interest flared within me as I took up the image, scrutinizing the elusive figure. "Could this be the same man who visited Aurora's grave?" I pondered aloud. "The unique thing about this man is that he has no scent. I've spoken to people who've encountered him," Leo added.

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

The dishes that waited for me on the table were BBQ ribs, chili con carne, sauteed broccoli, and zucchini soup. I shamelessly polished everything off again. After freeloading like this for three days straight, I started to feel a little guilty. This ghost not only had a good temper, but she also clearly knew how to run a household. I dug a pink sticky note out of a drawer and, using a thick black pen, wrote, "Hi. What should I call you? I feel bad just eating your cooking all the time." When I finished, I placed the note neatly in the center of the table.

She interrupted as she wiggled her hips again, tossing her hair over her shoulder in what she clearly thought was a seductive move. The problem here is that, because she is a ghost, half her body kept flickering in and out of visibility. One second she is grinding on me, the next second, she vanished completely, and then bam, she is back, a little off-center, her knee phasing through my fucking thigh and it's really scary.

Every lie exposed. By lunch, Brentford was buzzing. Henry’s face was plastered on anonymous forums. Bianca’s name trended on school gossip sites. But the most talked-about name of all— Helena. She stood at her locker, calm, though her heart thudded hard. Greg approached her slowly, eyes scanning the crowd. “You okay?” She nodded. “They know the truth now. That’s all I wanted.” Tessy rushed over next, grinning wide. “Helena. You’re trending. Like, not a little. People are calling you the girl who brought the ghosts back to life.”

"She has nothing left to lose. We took her money, her freedom, her future. Now she's a phantom with a grudge and a story. That makes her more dangerous than ever." The fight was no longer about defense, or even counter-attack. It was about hunting a ghost who knew us intimately, who lived to hate us, and who had just proven she would literally die and resurrect herself to see us ruined. Ethan's phone buzzed. He looked at it, and a muscle in his jaw twitched. He showed me the screen. It was a notification from a popular podcast app. A new episode had been automatically downloaded to his phone. It was from an unknown, newly created channel called "Unquiet Graves."

He was not worthy of being called a man. If he could possess someone’s body, the first thing he would do would be to beat that bastard Lucien senseless. Watching the small girl continue to cry softly, the ghost raised his hand and placed it gently on her back in comfort. Then he mocked himself for being childish. He was only a ghost. How could she possibly feel his consolation? Yet Elowen truly felt a cool sensation against her back. She immediately straightened up and looked around. Seeing no one, she quietly thought that she must be having hallucinations again.

He walked onto the stage and reached out, trying to shake my hand, pretending to be a magnanimous veteran. "Congratulations. Lucky race, kid." He spoke through clenched teeth in a low voice. I looked at his hand suspended in the air and didn't move. I walked straight past him to the host and took the microphone from his hand. Then I turned and aimed the microphone at the live broadcast cameras. "Today, I'm standing here not only because of luck." My voice passed through the massive speakers, spreading across the entire circuit and into the livestream. The whole place went quiet. Everyone sensed that something was wrong.