Ghost Bumps Novels & Stories

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

Declan looked hurt by my words. “Speaking of why I’m back so soon, what the hell? First the creepy guy in the street, then I come home to a trashed house, my best friend went home, my parents tell me that I’ve been gone for three days!” I ranted. I was probably red in the face. By the end of my rant, Talia had a worried look on her face, and Declan looked angry. “Okay, you may want to have a seat, there’s a lot to unpack here.” Talia motioned for me to follow her down the stairs, into the garden. “Why are we going down here to talk?” I asked Talia, still being suspicious. “We need to have this conversation in private.” Declan said, coming up from behind us. I stood there, breathless in awe o

But, oh well, talks with Sharon did this to her. She came closer and her brows flew up. She definitely didn't see this before. There was a locket right beside her snacks. She hastily looked around the silent house. The house suddenly wasn't seeming so silent anymore. There was something eerie about the way that the trees that she could see from her window were dancing and clapping without a definite pattern. There was something definitely wrong with the way she was suddenly feeling like a shadow lurking behind her. Returning to her senses, Geneva pursed her lips and flicked her forehead. What was she busy scaring herself for? Ghosts do not exist neither do vampires or any other form of creat

“Hurry, Father. You must help Ian!” Adam steeled his nerves, took a deep breath, and forced his legs to take him across the hot, charred ground as fast as he could. He had to weave around a few spirits who were so opaque and dense that they could have easily passed as real people. He debated whether they were even aware of him as they moved aimlessly about in a zombie like manner.

The laboratory didn’t just smell of chemicals; it tasted of ancient rot and artificial lightning. As the Ghost Wolves—those twitching, violet-veined abominations of my father’s desperate making—scrambled out of their shattered glass coffins, the temperature in the room plummeted. They didn’t move like the wolves of the Roux pack. There was no grace in their limbs, no ancestral intelligence in their eyes. They moved with a jerky, stop-motion horror, their bones snapping and resetting with every lunging step, as if their bodies were rejecting the very muscles that drove them forward.

There were countless obscene images—every woman in them wearing my face. What I couldn't accept was that among them was footage from the day I was beaten and stripped. Even more revolting was the caption beneath it: [A devoted fiancé waits faithfully for years at home, only to be rewarded with a worn‑out slut.] I immediately had PR intervene, but the internet spreads like wildfire. Some traces couldn't be erased. I ordered an investigation, and it didn't take long to trace the IP address straight to the Huxley Group's office building.

“Whatever was held here… didn’t die.” The group spreads our, spacing their bodies instinctively. The hush inside the clearing thickens, muffling every exhale. As if the world beyond the rings is stuffed with cotton. That’s when the bones begin to hum. Not with sound. It’s a vibration again. Felt just under the skin, like phantom bees trapped in marrow. Erik winces, rubbing his forearm. “Feels like ants crawling.” “Yeah,” Chris mutters, flexing his shoulders. “Static under the ribs.”

My pulse spikes and my hands tremble. “I’m going for a walk,” I say suddenly, getting to my feet. “I’ll come with you,” Misha says, stepping out of the pool. Water drips down her legs. “Don’t.” The word comes out as a growl. She freezes and I turn away before Ghost pushes harder. I know exactly what she wants. I never cared where I took her and our “walks” usually end the same…..she bent over somewhere. Right now Ghost will kill her if she so much as touches the body he believes belongs to another. He barely tolerates her scent.

With a zip, the line extended just one foot and sent Garrett's head dipping straight down, right into a zombie's waiting jaws. A zombie opened his bloody mouth wide and aimed a bite at Garrett's balding head. Just as its teeth were about to sink into the scalp, I hit the "raise" button, and Garrett shot up toward the second floor like a spring. The zombie's teeth snapped on thin air with a loud clack, and it let out an angry, frustrated howl. "Wow! That was close! You almost had your head popped!"

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.