Ghost Dying Novels & Stories

"Tell me, are you interested in me?" Rose burst into laughter. "You wish!". " we've gotten the body." Link said as they brought in the body of a dead girl. "Wait! How did you guys get her body?" Carlos asked. "She's dead. It's easier that way." Link said. "What's going to happen to her ghost then?" Carlos asked. "Her ghost left her body immediately she died leaving the body empty." Link explained. "You're a scientist and you don't know that?" He pulled the body over to him as they await Dalton's presence.

Marduktema tried hard to break free but in merely couple of seconds she was turned into ashes and vanished in air in our surrounding. “Wher.. Where is she?” I frantically questioned Draco, hearing which he turned to me “She is dead…” Draco said ‘But how can she die that easily?’ I thought to myself ‘Isn’t she a ghost… can Dragon fire kill a ghost?’ I further thought to myself and supported my body up. Draco didn’t explained me about it neither I asked him more because we were in need to find and kill blood ghost in order to escape this place, thinking of which Draco and I both started searching for dead body that was brought here earlier by Mr. Hanzo.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

"And every time he died, his physical abilities became stronger. It's really strange. Why is it that when we die, we can only become lonely spirits and wild ghosts?" Nathan was scared, he looked anxiously at Thorne by the window. Thorne's gaze shot over, filled with extreme horror. The wild ghost was so scared that it disappeared instantly without a trace. Nathan also felt a chill throughout his body. However, he had no way out. The wild ghost suddenly turned back and grabbed Nathan, then fled underground. In the darkness, Nathan struggled to adapt to the discomfort brought by being underground. "Why did you run?" Nathan asked him. "I always felt that the man's eyes were strange."

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

All from her supposed to be dead husband. Being dumbfounded would underestimate Farrah's reaction. She didn’t know what to feel. Should she feel freaked out? Scared? Maybe angry? And who? Who’s making these calls? Dior was dead. That, his teammates, could confirm. They swear that they indeed saw Dior’s neck being bitten by a powerful zombie and flopping down on the ground lifelessly. Who’s making these haunting calls? Someone who took a dead person’s phone? Dior’s ghost? Is ghost even real?