Ghost Diary Novels & Stories

He was almost done with the ledgers when his radio croaked. “Senor! We have a situation!” the voice declared. Gabriel recognized the voice. It was of the guard deputed at the outermost gate of the mansion. The man was infamous for causing a panic over the most miniscule things. Gabriel sighed. He could hear some metallic bashing behind the guard’s voice. “What is it? What dragon did you see now?” “Senor! There’s a girl at the gate. She is bashing the gate without any mercy,” the guard responded.

The monstrous being unlocked the cell's door and placed the tray on the table. "Eat, drink." The being beckoned. Sally whinced in fear. "Oh don't give me that. You'll get over your fear soon. You should be grateful for you have become a permanent resident of the great Ancient Graveyard of Gladios, ruled by my master the majestic and wise Zilleh, a lich of unsurpassed power. Consider it a blessing. I am Hamid, a half-ghoul and chief grave digger of this graveyard." Hamid pulled a chair that was beisde the table. He pulled out a pipe out of his trousers' pocket and lit it with a lighter. The smoke was the same green mist that permeates the graveyard.

Hael’s P.O.V. The entire ride back to the clinic, I could hear Arianna’s voice in my head. I met a ghost. A ghost. Ghost. I’d killed more people than I cared to remember. Some I had to search for, traveling across this wasteland of an earth, while others were brought to me. So many left this world at my hands, had their last breath in my vicinity, uttered their pathetic goodbyes for my ears alone, but I had only ever met one ghost.

How could the spirit still wandering in this world? She then remembered her parents. They never visited her in any ghostly form. Neither sound, motion nor form that she could see. Then, why this particularly ghost exist? “So… you really believe in things like this?” Ria asked one more time. "Of course. I am indeed a descendant of people who are sensitive to paranormal things like this. That's why I often feel their presence even though I've never seen them in person…” "What do you think can make a dead person become a ghost?" Asked Ria.

" I remembered staring down the dog I have never seen standing in front of your apartment. I remembered that I love lying down on this couch. I remembered the direction of your room even though I am not sure I have been there. I am sure that if I think deeper I will remember how your foodstuffs in your cabinets are arranged, I don't even know how I know that you have cabinets. You have to tell me why I know these things before I go insane. " Maisie sat close to Zach. " if I do tell you about it, you would think that I am crazy. " Zach froze at that. " that is my nickname for you isn't it. " Zach asked as Maisie released another gasp in shock. " It was. " Maisie said softly. " before you left

Cassie’s Pov My name is Cassie, or as my schoolmates like to call me, ghostie. That was the thing about being ‘the quiet girl’ people assumed you were part of the furniture, or a shadow, or maybe a faint ghost drifting too politely through hallways to bother anyone. Which was fine. Preferred, even. I was good at disappearing. I slipped into the art room before the first period. I munched on a piece of chocolate as I slowly brought out my diary. My diary? Well, more like my confidant in the whole world, the only problem was that it didn't talk back. I wrote down my deepest thoughts, my darkest secrets, and my most traumatic experiences.

Paul was my butler. I pulled my hand away and turned to leave with Chloe's urn. Then something slammed into my back. Pain shot through me. I lost my balance and crashed to the ground. The urn slipped from my hands. "No!" I lunged for it. But before I could reach it, a foot kicked it away. "Bad woman! You bullied my mommy! I hate you!" David. The urn hit the ground. The lid popped off. Ashes scattered everywhere. My heart stopped.

The Nature of the Fire The man in the passenger seat, a tall guard in a gray suit named Miller, turned around. He looked panicked. "The coordinates are live on the public web, sir. They’ve pinned our location to the street level. There’s a message going around—thousands of people are being told to head to Pier 70. They’re calling it a 'Ghost Hunt.'" "They want to see the man who was dead," Silas said. His voice was calm, like a teacher explaining a simple math problem. "They want to touch the mystery."

I don't see the possibility of things becoming okay because I have never heard of a situation where a ghost came back to life but I have seen in movies where someone became a ghost because they had some unfinished business and after that is sorted out, they vanished and I think that might be my situation, I just need to figure out what my unfinished business is. "Thanks so much Enzo for all your support and help." I said truthfully just as he pulled up by the gate. "You have to input the passcode, it's 0808. That's my birthday." I pointed out as he punched in the pin and the gate opened up. "Wow, eight of August. It's a few months away, hopefully we would have figured out your situation by t

“I’ll make sure of it.” I started the engine, tires spinning on pavement. As the warehouse disappeared behind me. Mercy’s New Plan Back in my study, I leaned forward and opened the file on “Ghost.” Ghost was a legend….someone who never let a job slip. I tapped the file closed. A secure message pinged on my screen: “Ghost accepts. Details?” I typed back two lines Address of Diana’s bakery ,photo of her and her i*******m page .Bring her to me alive by dawn.