Ghost Dying Novels & Stories

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.

She disappeared and the three of them stared at her empty chair. “What?!! Did she just disappear?” June shouted in anguish. “Well, if you can’t see her than that obviously means…” Elizabeth said in an awe. “That was a rhetorical question, and you don’t answer a rhetorical question,” June gritted her teeth. “Ha-ha, good point,” Meredith said with amusement. “This whole thing looks like a plan to get us killed,” Elizabeth was finding it hard to snap out of the shock. “Yes, about that! Technically I cannot die I am a ghost. I am already dead,” June said with a smirk.

Just him, lying there, his body loose and unresponsive. Panic claws up my throat, my heart slamming against my ribs so hard it hurts. I press my ear against his chest, listening—his heartbeat is faint, dangerously slow. Too fucking slow. Behind me, Giovanni chuckles, the sound infuriatingly casual. “The longer he stays like that, the more unlikely it is he’ll wake,” he muses, taking another slow sip of his drink. “Not that it matters. He’s already dead, Ghost. He just doesn’t know it yet.”

Leah lunged forward. “Stop! Don’t touch him! He’s still here, I know he is!” “Ma’am,” the doctor said gently, “his heart stopped. There’s nothing left we can do.” Ghost suddenly stepped forward. His voice was low, rough, but steady. “You’re wrong.” The doctor blinked. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” Ghost snapped. “You’re wrong. He’s not gone.” “Son,” another doctor started, his voice soft, “I know this is hard, but—”

Yucky. We finally asked the right question and he told us Mabel was alive. I killed someone a year ago but it wasn't her. She glamoured a human then ghosted her. Ghosting is illegal and punishable by death. Ghosting as it's called here is against the law for the simple fact it takes a life to be able to ghost then it takes another life when the ghoster reverts back to their own body. It is basically sucking the life out of one person so that their soul inhabits your body and keeps it alive while you transfer your soul into the vessel you've chosen to possess. It alters the vessel's appearance and changes their voice to give the illusion that it's you. If the vessel is killed or found out the

All the bones in my body seem to have shifted from where they were. “Stop crying.” “It hurts, bastard!” “Want me to hit you again?” “If you kill me now... I swear I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life!” “Interesting.” “What do you mean?” “Ghosts can’t die, right? I can torture you. Forever.” “What the—” “Want to die now?” the man offered. I glanced the other way, muttering quietly. “No.” ***

Alex immediately gave a call to Zachary and told him that the two men who had died downtown in Alaska before were worshippers of the Blood Cult. “What?!” Zachary was obviously surprised, and then he said, “Oh god, why didn’t you say so earlier? Those two bodies have already been cremated!” “Wasn’t there one still alive? The one in gray clothes,” Alex said. He was referring to the Gold and Silver Ghost’s helper, who he had kicked. Back then, the helper hadn’t died yet. However, Zachary said, “That guy is also dead.” Alex found it to be strange. “Impossible, I only kicked him. At most, he’d have suffered some internal injuries, but not so serious to the point that he would die.”

Claire had a surprised expression on her face as she asked, “Mom, what’s wrong with you?” Elaine was extremely solemn as she said, “Let me tell you. Someone was killed by a ghost at the Mount Phoenix Cemetery last night! Even his brain was completely sucked out! It is said that he was bleeding out of his seven orifices when he died, and there was a big hole on the top of his head. As a result, his head turned out to be an empty shell with nothing inside at all!”

“Damn, he’s like a ghost. He scared me to death, but how did he die? Was he killed by an explosion? The tire pressure of the car isn’t too heavy, so it shouldn’t be able to kill anyone. How did he die?” “There seems to be something on the tire. Didn’t he gouge it a little?” “Right, right, right. I saw that thing on his bloody face just now. It seems to be a nail, right?” “The Grim Reaper is right beside us, but it’s really hard to guard against it. I’m scared just by watching it. It’s different from before. I was mentally prepared before, but this time, it’s really like watching a horror movie. I’m suddenly scared!”