Ghost Diary Novels & Stories

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

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.

"I know about the Black Site. And I know you were the one who told Lorenzo to trigger the Blood Clause. You didn't save me from the fire, Dante. You were the match." I paused, leaning my head against the cold cell wall. "You told me ghosts aren't real. Well, you were right. Because the girl who trusted you is dead. You killed her in that quarry. Now, all that’s left is The Ghost. And a ghost doesn't stay in a cage." I slammed the laptop shut, killing the signal. Less than thirty seconds later, I heard the heavy thud of boots in the hallway. The electronic lock hissed, and the door swung open so hard it hit the wall.

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.

But strangely, when the ghosts saw me, they all froze. "On you…" a young man in a worn painter's smock said, staring at me in shock. "Is that Kael's aura?" "And little Lily's," said a ghost who looked like a sculptor. "And Pops's, too." The middle-aged man's face changed. "Impossible! Why would they accept a human?" I walked over to a bookshelf in the corner of the room and found a thick diary. I opened it to the first page and saw the words:

It was a lot to take in. I needed a long time to process it all. My ghostly roommate was actually a legendary former employee of my own company. I closed my laptop with mixed emotions. “So… did the accident trap you here?” After a long silence, Nathaniel’s voice echoed softly in my head. It was faint, almost hazy. “It wasn’t an accident.” My heart dropped. Before I could ask for details, the voice vanished. The next few days at the office were quiet.

Staring back at her from the screen was her good friend, Oscar. “Hey.” She said with a smile. “Hello.” He replied. She noticed he wore black singlets, with his dog tag on, which indicated he was on an army base somewhere. “Where are you?” She asked. “Syria. My tour will be ending in two weeks.” There was poor network connection for a few seconds which muted the screen. Then Oscar’s voice came on again. “…me?” “What did you say?” She asked. “I got your text last night. You missing me?”