Ghost Bumps Novels & Stories

Goosebumps creep along my skin in real and his shirt drops down, right in between my legs. Crap!

he murmurs, “if you ever get tired of the silent brooding type, there are more fun options out there.” “Is that so?” I reply, my voice light. “Absolutely.” Before I can throw a retort back at him, someone slides into the space between us with the kind of smooth, quiet force that only comes from someone used to being obeyed. Ghost doesn’t say anything at first. He just plants himself squarely in front of Hectic, shoulders loose but energy sharp. Hectic blinks. “Well, hello—” “I’d move back a bit if I were you,” Ghost says, his voice low, steady, and far too calm to be casual.

Rain was pouring heavily, leaving some loose strands of hair dangling around her drenched face. Her black converse bonnet is soaking wet and it felt so frore on her head. Calming herself, she listened to the voice in her head, having no other options for help. The creature before her kept grunting as if speaking in a language she doesn't understand. "Now Luna, orcs are VERY dumb. All you need to do is repeat after me, and by my signal you should sprint to the direction I told you—to that dark alleyway."

It might break his ego even more. I get back on my feet and make a huge leap up the sky. I sync my mind with Gorshe and he swoops down to catch me on his back. I have to mind my balance as I am standing on Gorshe’s back and facing Belzeebub. He smells so bad—probably because he awakened in a landfill.

He yelled from the other room. Jess looked at herself in the mirror until her image started to blur. Everything was so backwards. The man that had always supported her didn’t believe her. There was no safe place for her anymore. There is no such thing as Ghost, there is no boogeyman. “Here we come mojito’s!” She limped to the doorway. “Now I have one question for you?” “What’s that good lookin?” He was fluffing her pillow. “What color bikini?” She winked.

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

She shoved him aside and walked off. Pierre just stood there, stunned. Tears burned his eyes. That was it. Over. Cameras caught everything. By the time she was gone, the clip was already online. [What's going on? Didn't Sonia Quindt just get stood up by Hedley Hart? Why's Pierre jumping in now?] [Now Pierre's trying to swoop in? Shameless.] [She looks furious. Guess she's still hung up on the first dude.] [Who even is Hedley Hart? How's he got her like this?]

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.

“I’ll go first. Prove to you that if I can do it—and that six-year-old over there—then you can do it.” “That kid is at least twelve.” She releases me and falls back into the water, floating on her back. “And yes, let’s try this. But if I die, I’m haunting you for the rest of your life.” “I don’t believe in ghosts.” “Oh, you will once my angry spirit starts breaking all the top-shelf bottles of booze at the bar. But I’ll start out way more subtle than that. Dex will wake up at night, staring at the wall growling. You’ll start to wonder, getting just a little freaked out. Then things will go missing. Doors will shut on their own, along with flickering lights.”

I cover my ears not wanting to hear her voice and close my eyes making her go away. Opening my eyes after a few second I don't see Sasha anymore but do see movement to my left, turning my now sore haed to the side I see Veronica taking slow light steps toward the front door. I drop my hands from my ears sure that Sasha is gone I lunge at V taking her down to the carpeted floor with so much force I hear the airleave her lungs from the impact, sitting arcoss her ribs I wrap my hands around her neck again pressing all my weight into her throat feeling it pop under my palm I don’t let go I Know she’s dead I broke her neck but I still don’t let go.