Ghost Face Novels & Stories

“Don’t waste your energy. You’re just a soul right now, and you’re piggybacking on my body. You can’t do a single thing. Luanne, if I hadn’t been so quick-handed, your soul would’ve been gone. Can you please just hurry up and cross over? Stop messing with me, alright?” The Grim Reaper was looking impatient, but I knew he was actually a good guy. Otherwise, after I died, he wouldn’t have seen how deeply obsessed I was and agreed to grant my wish to return to the human world one last time. Greg wiped away his tears. After packing up my belongings, he drove through the night to the funeral home in the neighboring city. Frank, who didn’t expect him to show up, stepped forward and threw a hard pu

My gaze slides past the walls and lands on the corner of the room. A figure sits in an old wooden chair. At first glance it looks like a department-store mannequin dressed in women’s clothing, but the longer I stare the wronger it becomes. The skin tones don’t match. The limbs are stitched together with crude black thread. Hair has been glued in uneven patches. One eye socket is empty, the other holds a glass eye that doesn’t quite line up. Ghost’s voice is barely a whisper behind me. “That’s not a mannequin. Those are parts of people.”

Kairo had chosen it for me; it was a face that wouldn’t draw too much attention, yet beautiful enough to slip into any room unnoticed until it was too late. The changes weren’t drastic. A nose job to soften my features, liposuction to refine my jawline and my once-blonde hair was now dyed black. I dragged a hand through the strands, letting them fall over my shoulders. The woman staring back wasn’t the girl I used to be. That girl had died along with her family. Now, I was someone else. I was The Ghost.

I leaned closer, my shadow hovering over hers. “Not another word,” I hissed, my voice low and razor sharp. For a moment, the practiced smirk on her lips faltered. I peeled the mask off and turned to her. Her eyes flew wide—panic, recognition, and something dangerously close to fear flashing in them. “You look like you just saw a ghost,” I muttered, my voice mocking. “Pardon me, I have forgotten you are the ghost here.” “No…” she gasped, shaking her head violently. “No, it can’t be—”

Ask her if she's okay at least. Just as the thought ran through her mind, she caught a glimpse of the black mole at the corner of his eye. “ What's your name?” Tamara asked, finally breaking the eerie silence, “ Ghost,” he replied, cold and sharp, “ Eh? Ghost? Like a ghost that's supposed to be an invisible spirit?” She asked with a chuckle but he didn't even crack. His expression remained the same, still and cold, and it made Tamara feel uneasy. ‘ No way, he can't possibly be a ghost, right? I mean do ghost drive cars?’ She eyed him as she subconsciously curled into herself, away from him, but what happened next surprised her.

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

“You’ll be there, Kane. No question about it.” “Perfect,” I said, still smiling as I turned back to my desk. “Can’t wait to be there.” I buried myself in work. My fingers moved over the keyboard, the numbers and reports on the screen blurring together into something mindless. Then, my phone buzzed against the desk, I glanced at it, expecting some routine update or useless notification. But the name on the screen made me freeze. Ghost. Is he serious? My blood boiled as I stared at the notification. It was almost like he enjoyed throwing it in my face, over and over, that he was Ghost all.

Grayson was surprised, but he decided to ignore the warning and continued staring at Belle's phone. Suddenly, a horrifying jump scare appeared from the screen, startling him to the point of almost throwing the phone away. The animated image depicted a ghost with bleeding eyes, nose, and mouth, its terrifying gaze seemingly targeting those attempting to access Belle's phone. Gathering his composure, Grayson scrolled down, encountering more eerie images before reaching a password-protected lock screen. Despite trying various passwords, none proved correct.

I sit on my phone watching TikTok until it’s time to go meet with Funny again. … I leave the suite quietly once again and wait for the elevator to open. When it does, I hop on and press the button for the first floor. I’m feeling nervous because this time around I know I’m actually meeting up with him instead of being surprised by his presence. When the doors reopen I’m caught off guard by Ghost. He looks me up and down and scoffs in disgust at the image before him. “Still here huh?” he asks in the most annoyed tone. I nod and walk away.

She lightly out the glance on him and had to stop. That man was Gael. Gael Greyson. The person who died three months ago. She paused and looked at him rather confused. "You can see me right?" He took a step towards her making San took a step back. "I thought so." He walked towards her and lifted his hand as tried to touch her face but his passed through her. San suddenly felt scared. "But I can not touch you." He nodded. "G...Gh...Ghosttttt" San suddenly shouted as she ran towards her apartment. It was a ghost. It was definitely a ghost.