Ghost Culture Novels & Stories

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.

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.

And it seemed like they succeeded in establishing contact with her. The black clouds soon shrouded the sky leaving almost no star for stargazing. It was midnight now. Not to mention spirits get active at night only. This is what most people believed. According to them, ghosts get active at night. However, the question was ~ Why? The reason is because of the change in the senses of the people. During the daytime, people remain preoccupied with their work, distractions, conversations, routines that they don't even notice subtle happenings.

Alex was speechless. Meanwhile, Aunt Rockefeller was talking to Zella. “Who were Gold and Silver Ghosts?” The two men left an unforgettable impression on Zella. The two men had chased them for a whole three years. “I’m not very clear on the details, but I have heard them say that they are from the Blood Cult! Those in the Blood Cult have a special technique that enables them to be able to judge the level of someone’s bloodline…” When Zella said this, Alex was taken aback immediately.

Like ghosts, spectrum haunts the places of their deaths, seeking to lure others into the desolate abyss of living death. A spectrum is very similar to what it was in life and can be easily recognized by those who knew the individual or have seen his face in drawings or paintings. Spectra retain a strong sense of identity, and even old and crazy spectra tend to remain consistent. Historians and necromancers often attempt to ally themselves with the Spectrum in search of the knowledge they had in life and retain in death. On the ground was the corpse of the human female who was Marcel's mother, and near this was Marcel himself looking at her corpse.

Larin strolled from the door they’d entered and drew one last symbol on the door as they left. “Are you referring to spirits of my ancestors? Like as in ghosts haunting the crypt?” Evan couldn’t believe what he heard. He’d never seen or felt a spirit around him here. But this something he’d not considered. “Are ghosts even real? Why haven’t I ever seen a ghost?” “You were young when last you were here. If you saw one, then you might not have recognised it as a ghost. Many children don’t process a ghost like an adult does. It’s simply another new being in their world.”

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

Angela helped her daughter up, she tried hard to avoid Owino getting close to her again. “I found this beneath the sofa.” A huge amount of money, covered with dust, “I was still cleaning it.” She gave out to Melina, she was seated next to her

They both were watching him. "Why are we discussing that bitch right now? I bet she's long dead." Ghost said, sounding as nonchalant as he could. It was another way to find out if she was really dead too. "No, son. She's not dead." Don Carianno chuckled. "Not yet." Ghost was lowkey ecstatic and he wasn't sure why. It wasn't supposed to matter if she was fucking dead or not. But his heart seemed to have a mind of its own, getting giddy over the news.