Ghost From Nightmare Before Christmas Novels & Stories

Still nothing happened. When the dust settled, an ugly sneer twisted through their throats. Suddenly, their heightened senses of sight and hearing were restored and almost instantly the sound vanished. A young girl about twelve years of age, wearing a foul robe of dark brown, stood at the top of the broken staircase. With a swift turn of her head, she gazed down at them, her face set in a cold, cruel smile. Her eyes looked like empty pits in the darkness, and her long, thin mouth opened in a hideous, cackling laugh. A twisted grin covered the right side of her face, and gleaming white fangs dripping with red blood stared back at them. An evil leer smeared across her face. In a voice like sto

The rest of the family had no choice but to follow, and Shane, unable to stop them, had to grit his teeth and trail behind. Mr. Xander stopped a short distance away and barked out, “Who are you?” The woman’s voice floated in on the wind, light but cutting. “Three years, and you still don’t recognize me?” She slowly turned, slipping off her sunglasses to reveal her face. A smile played at her red lips. “Mr. Xander. Long time no see.” “Ahh!” Shane screamed, ducking behind Chris. “Ghost! Oh my God, we’ve seen a ghost!”

Hawke and Xander Hawke together said, “So what , we have not done anything to you so why have you brought us here.” Ghost snapped, “You think you can fool us? How dare you and your son threaten my father! Have you forgotten that Mr. Thornfield has a daughter? Her name is Elara Thornfield.” Mr. Hawke stammered, “What… what are you saying?” Ghost smirked. “Yes, you guessed right. I am Elara Thornfield. I am also a Ghost. And anyone who learns this secret has no right to live in this world.”

Emily replied. Grace lowered her head, taking a deep breath. Unlike Grace’s calculated silence, Sophia was trembling with fear. She tugged on Grace’s sleeve, her voice shaky. “Mom, who is she? How does she know so much about us…” “Who is she?” Grace muttered bitterly, her voice hollow. “She’s a vengeful ghost, straight from the depths of hell, here to make us pay.” Sophia shuddered, her lips quivering. “I told you we shouldn’t have messed with Bert. We shouldn’t have gone to his house last night…”

I nodded before looking up at him. “I need to tell you something, something you need to know. Before I fainted yesterday, I just had a nightmare and ran out of my room because of fear and I just felt choked, I needed air. But on getting to the center of the palace I saw something that made me freeze on my spot. I thought it was a person but upon closer look it was a ghost. It had a ghostly figure and was covered in mist and shadows. I saw a ghost, Blake!” I explained to him, still heavy with confusion and dread in my heart.

But a hand dangled from behind his body just as he stood up. Edgar swallowed. He glanced at the hand that had black fingers and long nails. Edgar also saw Elissa, who was still laughing. That meant the one who was touching Edgar's shoulder was not Elissa. Edgar's heart was beating faster. He looked back, and when he saw a tall black figure with a face full of blood, Edgar did not scream. He fainted immediately. The ghost who was about to scream had not screamed yet. The spirit immediately revealed his costume. He intended to wake Edgar up.

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.

The nightmares did not stop. Every night, the ghosts came. My mother, her face twisted into a mask of shadow, her voice accusing. Kaelen, his eyes black, his hands reaching for my throat, his fingers cold. Lorna, her white hair wild, her crown of thorns dripping blood that sizzled where it touched the floor. Marcus, laughing, always laughing, his black eyes watching me from the corners of my dreams, his voice whispering that I would never be free.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

If she wanted to make it out of here alive. Ghost was silent. Just gazing at her was increasing the turmoil in his head. Last night was hell. He had left her in the bathroom and had gone to unwind in the sitting room. Had a few drinks and he found himself dozing off. It was just for a few minutes. But he had the worst nightmares. Again. This time, it felt so real. Like he'd been plunged into a circle of beasts. The feral growling. Repulsing and vicious fangs tearing through skins. And there was the round table again. And then the part that had him in knots — her. Ciara MacDonald. She was there.