Ghost Eyes Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

He debated whether they were even aware of him as they moved aimlessly about in a zombie like manner. As he raced past Angel, he could actually feel her power and anger permeate the air around her. It unsettled him to the point that he lost his footing and stumbled. The heat of the charred grass blistered his fingertips and the palms of his hands as he caught his fall and pushed himself back onto his feet, but he didn’t let it slow him down. When he finally reached the small group, he fell to his knees while he collected himself and steadied both his heart rate and his breathing.

I spend the bus ride trying to understand, and if it's even possible, accept that I might be in a coma, like the doctor had said. If that’s the case, and I’m stuck in this weird zone with a headless grump for the rest of my time here, I think I’ll just take the chance of standing and risking actual death. “Don’t even try that,” headless grump states. I turn to him, and I’m met with a set of the grayest eyes to ever exist – maybe. Startled by the sudden appearance of a head, I once again, scream. Annoyance flashes in his eyes. “You make me want to guide you into the throes of eternal damnation, myself.”

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

Back then, there was no pain, no heartbreak, no grief… just pure, simple happiness. Suddenly, I realized I could no longer feel the rain hitting my body, even though it was still pouring down. I looked up and saw a black umbrella shielding me from the downpour. I turned around to see who was holding it. Standing there was a man dressed entirely in black. I stared into his eyes—deep, coal-black eyes that looked dull and lifeless. He stared back at me just as intensely. There was something mesmerizing about them, like a black diamond that held a strange kind of beauty despite its dullness.

I was swallowed up by what he was doing, what kind of nonsense he plans to do. He brought his face close to my ear which alarmed me. I can't seem to speak. I could feel his breath in my ear which made me shiver. "Be ready in the falling game", he huskily said and licked my earlobe. I am shocked at what he did but before I could complain, he had already left in front of me and was already walking away from us. "What does he say? A falling game?" I asked in my mind trying to comprehend it.

“That’s good.” I try to move again, testing the weight of my own body. My arms feel like lead, my legs useless, but the dizziness isn’t as strong. The room is still shifting, but it’s slower now, less like I’m drowning in it. Ghost watches me, his eyes tracking every tiny movement, every twitch of my fingers, every shallow rise and fall of my chest. His gaze is too intense, too raw, like he’s memorizing every second just in case he loses me again.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐙𝐨𝐧𝐞 The iron grate clattered shut above them with the sound echoing like a gunshot through the narrow brick shaft. Maya fell through the darkness, her stomach lurching as gravity briefly took hold, until her boots hit a layer of cold, stagnant water with a heavy splash.

I had to live. For us. I took one step. Then another. Then collapsed to my knees. The cold ground scraped against my skin. My head lolled back and I stared up at the streetlight that flickered above me like a dying star. My lips moved before I could stop them. “Grayson…” It came out as a whisper, a ghost of a name I wasn’t supposed to hold onto anymore. Then the world tilted. And I fell. Darkness swallowed me whole. ******** ISLA – POV

A disembodied hiss escaped him as the circle that’d formed around them during the spill widened, and for a moment all was still as all eyes fixed on them. Camille was torn between the inconsiderate urge to fume over her spilt coffee, or to rest a hand on him to see if he needed medical attention, and though his hair had received the brunt of it she caught a glimpse of bright hazel eyes, almost predator-like, before his eyelids squeezed shut.