Ghost Diary Novels & Stories

He drummed his fingers on the table. “Ghost. No last name. Adopted by Christopher Blackwell as a child. No blood relatives listed. No history of lasting relationships.” Vladimir put special emphasis on that word before trailing off. “Greymount, you said you sensed something earlier?” “I have commitment issues.” Snatching the olive from my drink, Ghost placed it between his teeth. “My favorite food is pancakes and I last took a shit this morning. I’ve also been having this reoccurring dream lately—”

"Whoever they are, they’ve erased their existence from every known database. No digital footprint. No financial records. Nothing." Adrian exhaled sharply. “A ghost, huh?” He glanced at Ayesha. “Sounds like your kind of enemy.” Ayesha didn’t smile. “Or the worst kind.” Because ghosts didn’t just disappear. They watched. And waited. A Message from the Past Reva flipped through the files, scanning the contents with narrowed eyes. “What’s this?” She turned the tablet, showing them an old video file. The timestamp was from years ago. Ayesha tapped the screen, and the grainy footage flickered to life.

Rebecca "Yes even though we couldn't catch any footage of it, there where some blur is seen in some cameras even though it was not clear it passing through the walls suddenly appearing and disappearing from one place to another, we think it was a ghost type and a very powerful one" Giovanni "A Ghost-type, Hmm come here and get on your knees and relive my stress" Rebecca didn't question and went towards Giovanni and went on her knees and unzipped his pants to do her work, she knew Giovanni was pissed and wouldn't be good for her if she refused or didn't do it properly.

I sighed, "So..." I saw a man who looked like Richardin the early hours of this morning, and now I'm running into a woman who looks like Leslie...will I run into an Alayah-like ghost next? What happened to the diary? Are the contents of the diary real or fake? This question that I've asked countless times is like a bottomless abyss, and before I fall in completely, I hurriedly pull myself back: now I should be thinking about Zephyrine, not the damn diary.

"I'll go back home and continue my normal life but I'll never have anything to do with ghosts anymore. I won't even do like I see them and will continue my story writing and studies." "Will you write my story, Chris?" "Never. It's a secret." I vehemently shook my head. "Why? You don't want people to know you see ghosts?" "Yes, I don't. Moreover, people hardly believe you guys exist so it's of no use writing it and trying to convince them." "But I want you to write my story, Chris. I want the world to know how I died, what caused my death, everything. Including the way, my mum cried when she found out about my death till the very end when I'm gone."

‘I was this close to finding the likes of my daughter, finally, I was going to find out what to get her on her birthday but she showed up and ruined everything,’ Owino gazed on the sealing with pain ‘He has already started sneaking on the maid’s room, thinking that I will let him get his way, anyway I didn’t know he was eavesdropping on the girls,’ Melina’s thought.

"Wha-? G-phone has an AI too?" Laura raised a brow. AI? Did this geek really think that an AI would be this intelligent? Was he living in a fantasy world? "No, I have a name. It's Laura and to be more precise, I'm currently an e-ghost. That means I am dependent on your power source in the phone and cannot leave the phone until I level up enough. For your information, this isn't a programmed back story, don't look at me like that. I'm a real human... was a real human anyway. I died many years back, I think."

“If you lost your lives here, today, you will also die in the real life, just like what has happened to me and the others here.” “Let’s calm down first,” Harris says as he exhales and releases the stress he’s been holding on to his shoulders. “You guys, can you change your appearance? That’s what they say about ghosts. Can you make yourself look more, alive? You look pretty awful right now,” I tell them. They look at each other without changing their demeanor, “I’m sorry, but we can’t.” “How old are you and when did you die?” Harris asks them “I am 47 years old and I died last 1987 when I hid on this hotel’s freezer,” says Eve.

"What does that mean?" "It means the demons may have created another portal from the underworld," he explains, his voice low and deep. "How does Gideon know?" I ask as chills begin to slide down my neck. "He has been patrolling the graveyard and found suspicious footprints near the older headstones." I cock my head, my brows pushing together. "What did they look like?" "Nothing human," Dominic admits, running a hand through his hair, locking eyes with me. "Or like any animal." He swallows.

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.