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.

I have to get closer to his body, maybe used his hand to block the wind. I cried as I did, especially since Ryan's eyes were still open, staring right into my soul. "Don't give me that look." I pushed at his head, causing it to make a cracking sound. And again I throw up. I looked at him; I don't know what I was feeling then. ‘Do spirits really haunt people?’ ‘Daddy won't like this if anyone ever found out I killed someone.’ The smell of burning flesh almost killed me. I lost everything from my stomach at that, and even when it was empty, I was still throwing up.

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."

"My name is Darcy. Also, I want to tell you something, the elder ghost isn't at the castle's library but deep inside the abandoned castle in the middle of Holler Forest. Find her there and don't go alone," "Thank you, Darcy," she winked at me before she faded away because the water dried up. I beamed and fist-pumped the air happily. New friend!

CHAPTER NINE Nancy Drew, Part 1 People say Forest Hills memorial is so old even the ghosts don’t remember who they are… I’d be cautious when visiting the place though. Some stories claim that a daytime visit to the cemetery might mean you get a visitor at night too. #ForestHills #Spooksville — Tweet from Raven_Eye. The following message was read from the email of Jonathan Day and later added into the live journal of Jessica Day; Jono,

‘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."