Ghost Diary Novels & Stories

… As soon as I opened the door to the private dining room, I heard a pop, and confetti began raining down on both Cecily and me. Smiling, Ian came over and gave me a friendly punch. "Not one word from you in two whole years! If I hadn't known you'd joined the research lab, I would've filed a missing person report with the police!" Everyone else in the room laughed and began teasing me. "He's right, you know. Two years ago, you disappeared into thin air right after informing us the wedding was canceled. We wouldn't have known what happened to you if Ian didn't tell us. What kind of a friend are you anyway?"

Hey diary, so this is gonna be quick!! I Just had a birthday that I will never forget. Last Sunday I turned 36, I don't know anybody here as I just moved to this city three months ago. So I decided to go down to the local pool hall and bar and shoot some pool. I ride a Honda motorcycle and that is what I took down there. I wear leather and have very long hair so I look the biker part. After parking in the back, I walked in only to find that there was only three people in the place and none of them were at the pool tables. I figured it was because it was only 3:30 in the afternoon, so I began shooting myself.

This is the story of the darkest days of my life, and how I was saved. My hand holding the page fell on my knee and the other came up to cover my eyes. I knew what this was. I recognized the narrative style of an intro to one of his episodes. This was meant as the opening of his last appearance with Haunters, the special episode or whatever about Blotter Manor. Fuck, I was sick and tired of crying. “Hey,” he whispered, in that gentle warm way I’d missed so much to hear from him. I couldn’t move, let alone speak. He brushed my hair behind my ear.

"When it comes to gossip, nothing gets past me." At 11:00 PM, an understated luxury car pulled up at the school gates. Helena and Howard got out. Celeste and I had already set up snacks and drinks at the reading pavilion, waiting for them to settle down. After they arrived, Celeste cleared her throat. "Helena, what I'm about to tell you might sound unbelievable, but you have to believe me. I'm not crazy." In about ten minutes, Celeste laid out everything about my shadow. I chipped in with details to make the story as airtight as possible, hoping to make it seem as real as we could.

The scariest thing was that Harriman and the surrounding police did not seem to notice the existence of the cameras at all! Everything that happened in Zero Major Crimes Unit was within Jack’s expectations. However, if he were to see everyone’s performance here, he would probably still laugh out loud. The reason why the police around Harriman couldn’t see the cameras was naturally because of the system’s power. The camera equipment given by the system itself was invisible. They had already walked in the wrong direction of analysis. “Could it be…could it be that the Death Inquisitor is a ghost?” Judy said in a trembling voice, and then suddenly shouted again. “Too cool!”

“Always remember, Ghosts don’t exist.” “Ghosts don’t exist,” Syke repeated to himself over and over again. He didn’t mind saying it over and over until he believed it. Anything to make himself feel better about their mission in the middle of the night at St. Jacques. Chloe moved through a short expanse of land, taking time to scrape the mud off the tombstones and stare at the names on them. “Gary Endrick,” she murmured. “1975 to 2016. Died too young. All humans die young.”

The dirt-digging wizards never reveal his trick. “She didn’t die in a boat accident; she died in an accident in a boat. Asphyxia by strangulation.” His eyes were laser-focused on the road. “Call Rain.” I dialed Rain’s number on his phone and put it on speaker. “Hey, big boy,” Rain’s sultry voice emitted from his phone. I cringe, but Ghost didn’t seem bothered by that pet name. “You’re on speaker, babe. We are gonna visit Benny’s therapist.” “Ah, bonjour, lover boy,” Rain teased.

Together, we stepped onto the desolate streets, our footsteps swallowed by the decaying asphalt beneath us. Hell's Gaze, a name that sent shivers down the spines of average citizens, was an embodiment of destitution and despair. The houses stood like skeletal remains, their crumbling facades a reflection of the souls that inhabited them. Stray dogs scavenged for morsels among the debris that littered the streets, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that mirrored the desperation of the community.

"Gao Yu waked up immediately after the man disappeared. I guess I was really right when I thought most of my late actions was controlled, Gao Yu said as he brought close the book and flip it open. looking at the new page that has something written on it, Gao Yu can see a PIECE OF AN OLD BLOCK bodily inscribed and right under a note that said you have completed the side mission , a tip of an old block , Main Mission , the old block has been activated, Hint: a bed for ghosts, each has their own story. after reading that Gao Yu can't help considering whether this is what he wants to do, the man has already told him, he won't temper with his life anymore and Yu has already been turned by the boo

I will let it be. I wish to see her again tomorrow. I can read a lot faster than this, but I don’t want to. For every page that I turn I think that this person might be dead. It is a little unsettling. I have already imagined him in my head. He’s probably a geek with big spectacles and oiled hair. The kind who hide behind concrete pillars and stalk the girls they have a crush on. I don’t want the person in my head to end up dead. I flip through the diary, skimming the pages to find out whether he has written his name anywhere. No signs. No numbers. No addresses. Nothing.