Ghost Dying Novels & Stories

" 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.

Cassian cut Vera off without waiting for her to finish speaking. "It's still alive?" Stunned, Vera glanced at Brandon. Brandon was starting to feel displeased. "What do you mean by that, Cassian? Are you doubting the experts' verdict? "The obstetrics experts and I had performed a check-up on the patient together. The results showed that there was no existing heartbeat within the baby. If you don't believe me, I can show you the report." "Dr. Forrest, I'm not doubting the report. The reason why this is happening is because of the ghost baby in the patient's womb," Cassian explained. "Ghost babies are different from regular babies. They can still survive without a beating heart."

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?

But you died. "Please stop playing pranks on me." "Are you dead? I'm I seeing your ghost?" She whispered all at once and started sobbing all over again. Chris went to her and held her hands. "I never died, it was all part of the surprise." "Mere mortal bullet can't kill me and those guys I already fixed their hands back." "What if you died through the bullet? What would have happened to us?" "I'll never die on you" Chris replied and kissed her which she responded to.

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

A sharp moan escaped her lips. “Stop… please…” she begged. But her body didn’t listen. One hand slid down her stomach and between her legs again. Her fingers found her clit and started rubbing in slow, teasing circles. "You feel that?" Sabine whispered. "That’s me touching you. I’m a ghost now, Gracie. I died two years ago in a car crash. But I’ve been watching Daniel… and you. When he died, I finally got my chance to come back and play with his pretty little wife."