Ghost Diary Novels & Stories

"D-Did you figure it out?" The man who was always dominant in the workplace struggled to speak those words. I nodded, only to realize he couldn't see me. Yet I remained silent. I no longer had the courage to speak. After a long pause, I finally asked, "W-Where is Sebastian buried?" Sethian's voice was still rough when he answered, "At Guthram Cemetery." I immediately searched for it on my phone. Guthram Cemetery was a small, not-so-well-known cemetery located on the outskirts of the city. It was serene and beautifully maintained, and the grounds were cleaned daily.

“Does your... friend... have any idea of where we should be looking?” At my question, Geo looks away and to a spot right beside me, causing a chill to race down my spine as I understand that the ghost must be there beside me. “He says it is in the burial grounds behind the temple.” Geo says quietly. “But there are boobytraps set up everywhere to stop people from getting near it.” Boobytraps… Were we characters in an action series? Why were things turning into some sci-fi movie? It was mind-blowing, but I guess just the fact we as wolves existed and hid our identities from the humans made it clear that anything was possible.

Alice had always been a thorn between us—sharp, immovable, impossible to ignore or remove. I looked at Grayson now and wondered: if he knew I was dead, would he feel relieved that he was finally free of me? Grayson's phone rang. He answered it, not bothering to put it on speaker. I drifted closer, curious. Could it be someone calling to report my death? I studied his face intently, waiting to see his reaction when he learned I was gone. But when I glanced at the screen, I froze. The caller ID displayed my name. The voice that came through the line was unmistakably mine.

I open my mouth to speak, but before I can, Ghost answers for me. “I already did.” The reporters glance at one another, brows furrowed. “We didn’t receive a report of it closing,” someone calls out from the crowd. Ghost smirks, completely unfazed. “Because I burned it down.” A collective murmur spreads through the room, a ripple of shock washing over the reporters. “What?” a man in the front stares at him, incredulous. “My father isn’t one for reporting things,” I explain, voice sharp and unapologetic. “Especially not when it means admitting weakness. So, there was no official report. Everything was kept quiet.”

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

As he flipped through the yellowed old pages, he sat down on the neatly made bed and began to read, curiosity etched on his features. Don Carianno’s writing was in beautiful cursive. It looked like he took his time to scribble, dotting all his i's and crossing his t's. He flipped through the first pages, there was an entry about a new shipment, but it didn’t make sense. He could not decipher the code words. He flipped through a few more pages, and that was when he saw an entry about him. It read: "Ghost, that’s what we’re going to name him. He’s, after all, a Ghost."

After escorting the young recruits, the deity of 9th space went to the gathering place of the deities. “Oh, number nine!” Everyone was so excited to see the 9th deity. “Hey, I have a name. My name is Maley! Don’t call me number nine!”- The 9th deity always tries to look serious. “OMG! Maley! Are you still annoyed with names?”- the Perian deity said. Maley was about to say something when an old voice resounded: “Maley, Perian, you two just come here, don’t argue!”

The features of the diary is familiar, wait! That's my diary! "H-how!?" I blurted. He smiled, "It's a secret, I can't reveal." "Go back in time. In the year before you are born. And travel to Texas, search Talia in the woods" "The chant you will say is different from the other. You chant this instead: To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my fornlorn life to eternity.

“But we aren’t townsfolk.” “I know, and that’s what is worrying me. Why now? What is her message?” April and Daniel watched as the ghost slowly walked off towards a grove of trees hiding the lake from the park. With a great sigh, April breathed again, and that’s when Daniel realized that he needed to return to breathing too. “Okay, I think she’s gone for now at least. Let’s continue.” April’s eyes stayed on the spot as the ghost disappeared through the trees and she glimpsed the water through there. Had she died by drowning in the water? April would have to see if Gabby would open up this year on the tragedies within her family history. She had known Gabby for what seemed like forever, but n

“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.