Ghost Cuphead Novels & Stories

The man turned into a cloud of smoke and advanced towards her paying no attention to her threats. Taken by surprise, Geneva lost her footing and fell over. He immediately grabbed her hand, turning back to his human form. "Don't you dare, don't you dare let go of me," the tears that fell from her eyes were filled with bitter regrets. My mum, my dad, my friends, my life! At this point where her life was about to flash before her eyes, many thoughts were already flashing through. I haven't even tasted the best snacks that Canada can afford and this? Stupid ghost, I haven't even re-watched 'Merlin' to my heart's content. And, and *gasp*...

‘Hey, Mr Ghost, go clean the fucking bathroom, "I replied, sardonically. “Come to think of it, that wouldn't be so ba-" "Finish that statement and you would have this mug on your head before you can even say the word, Martins," I threatened. "Hahaha... take it easy barracuda. Has it hurt you in any way?“ “No, it hasn't. Just the constant disturbance which is giving me a headache.“ "Then, that's okay. We just search for ways to get rid of a ghost. There should be lots of ideas on the internet.“ "Yeah, that's the only reasonable thing you have said since I told you about this issue."

"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.

She turned around to see if her window was open. The window was closed. She looked around her apartment and then gasped. A shining white light was growing on the ceiling of her room. From this light, a tall white robed man was slowly descending into her room. A strong warm breeze that smelled of ocean and salt filled her nostrils. He landed on the ground, wearing brown sandals, with brown hair. He kicked his sandals together to remove the sand that was intruding on them under his feet. He smiled at her with a warm welcoming face. "Hello I am Cupid the god of Love, and I am here to help you find your special person, thank you for agreeing to my assistance"

| 17 Kayzel_123: Ecto? | Mrs. Lapuz watches in horror as rival players gather around Ecto and batter him with various weapons. These warriors are different from the earlier fare of goblins and zombies. Mrs. Lapuz counts five players and they’re all attractive. To her, they look like superheroes in Marvel movies because even when they look weird or dark, they’re still stylish.

“Fran!” I didn’t notice I’d lowered the beam a few inches, just enough for the foul thing to crawl up to the ceiling toward me. Kujo’s warning made me look up again, in time to see it pulling from an old light fixture right above my head. The damn thing was fast and strong, and it tore the fixture off in a single yank, while I still tried to figure out what it was doing. I was hardly able to jump to the side to dodge it. The fixture crashed on the floor, the noise echoing all over the tunnels. The crawler growled, angry he’d missed me, but took the distraction to jump to the open door and run away. “Go, Kujo!” I cried. “Go help Gina!”

“We are from the Drug Enforcement Agency, and we need you to accompany us to our office for questioning.” “Sure.” The man said as he entered the passenger’s seat of the vehicle, as the trio made for the DEA’s office. ! ! ! ! ! Kimberly wheeled her traveling bag into the hotel’s lounge, and made for the receptionist, who was standing behind the counter. She wore a blonde wig, sunglasses and a scarf around her neck which disguised her perfectly. Her new look was like that of a trophy wife. “Welcome to cherry’s hotels and suite. How may I help you?”

I close my eyes and fall into a variation of my usual nightmare. It’s quiet, too quiet. The only sounds are the soft patters of mouse paws skirting across wooden floorboards. I’m in the old slave holding cell from my childhood but I am, as I am now, an adult. I’m in my assassin outfit. There are slaves all around me, but they are frozen in time. Their mouths are agape as if they are afraid and their eyes are empty as if they’ve lost the will to live. Their forms are distorted into odd postures, some with their legs bent over their heads or an arm bent backwards against the joint and up. They don’t have hair or distinguishable faces, and they all wear the same rags I remember from my childhoo

Once they stepped outside, Lucas angrily threw the fake money on the ground. “Damn it! How dare they trick me?!” Meanwhile, I was secretly watching the whole scene and laughing my head off! … The following day, while Lucas was sleepy, I pretended to speak casually and said, “I heard there’s a big bag of money near the third pillar at the lakeside gazebo. It’s about to get ruined in the water.” When he jolted awake, I slipped into the crowd unnoticed. Lucas excitedly told Zoe about the news. She hesitated a bit after yesterday’s fiasco, but he insisted, saying an opportunity like this would not come again. They had to go and check things out for themselves.