Ghost Eyes Gravity Falls นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I yelled. They all stopped and stared at me. I fell chills run down my body. I thought that ghosts were a pile of white energy floating, but the ones in front of me had human appearances. A whole town was filled with ghosts. They stared with wide eyes, their faces passive and slack. Awareness crept over me that I was no longer in contact with the ground but instead spinning. They heft me with their energy and let me sink into the ground. My vision became blurry, and I fainted.

I turn to leave, heartbroken, walking briskly, head bowed as tears flow steadily, silently down my immobile face till I found the door. Outside, I quickly emptied my stomach of everything I felt inside. I sat on the pavement not concerning myself with what was going on neither inside nor about the new dead guy that lay beside me with white substance all over his mouth and nose. His eyes were open like someone was surprised to see me.

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

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

He could not see a thing. He turned back to Florence, whose eyes had widened in abject fear. Her mouth was gaping like an asthmatic fish’s. It almost seemed like a difficult feat for her to finally shout, “G-G-G-Ghost!” ‘Honey, it’s the middle of the night. Can we not dwell on a topic as unsexy and unattractive as a literal ghost sighting?!’ Too late. Javier could feel a chill climbing up his spine, because while he saw nothing, he could hear a woman softly sobbing somewhere. No, it was more like a wail than a sob, that was what it was! And a very resentful wail at that! “Where is my head? I want it baaaaaackkkkk!”