Ghost From The Future Novels & Stories

“You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.” This was way worse than seeing a ghost. I just saw my future and my mistake. And they were the same person.

“The most terrifying thing isn’t meeting a ghost from the past… it’s meeting someone from your future.” 🌙 The room shook violently. Books flew from the shelves. The giant clock shattered into hundreds of pieces. ⚡💥 Aariz stood motionless in the darkness. His silver eyes glowed brighter than ever. 👁️✨ And his final words echoed through the impossible room. “I’m not your past…” “I’m your future.” 😱😱😱

Veronica stayed quiet and Mike was paying attention to the road along with the driver. In response, Felix just nodded. Now he was familiar with Nick. He was ready for all the tricks Nick had in his sleeves. "So tell me, where we were back then?" Nick questioned. "Huh? Inside the studio of Ghostbusters?" Felix answered back. "Right! What do Ghostbusters do?" "As the name suggests? Ghostbusting?" "Pffttt! Hahahaha! that's the lamest answer I've ever heard."

One of the agents suggested. They both run away from the alley since they both believe in ghosts. Even if they are working for science, it's hard for them to ignore superstitions. They have to go back to that apartment and wait until their target goes back. The present time looks outdated since they both came from the future.

Mark laid on the ground groaning and things about his past kept popping into his head. “Ro..se..” He stuttered with his last strength. He was going to die a weak man and that wasn’t fair. After few minutes of reminiscing what was happening and what had happened to him and his family, he saw an image walking closer to where he laid with pains all over his body. It was a man in his late thirties just as he was but he just couldn’t get to see who it was. The man’s face was blur. And no matter how hard he tried to strain his eye sight to see who it was he just couldn’t get a perfect gaze at him.

Yeah, go ahead, let's open it! Ben leaned forward with a quick yell. Sam turned with a puzzled expression. Ben was about to open the container, but he wasn't sure why. After a couple of seconds, his eyes widened as he stared down at the crystal glass container. There was a single yellowish light inside of it. It was an almost steady orange glow. As Sam looked at the container more closely, he gasped, gazing at it. "Open it Cilia, get that glowball inside and wrap it tight with the cotton cloth in your hands! It'll take you to where I was killed, and how to make use of it. Hurry! Hurry, before they get here!"

I was almost done with the clearing and cleaning, I saw a shadow in the shop as my head was bent to the ground. I knew at once it was not a customer because there was nothing seen on the display. I rushed to lift my head and I saw my nightmare standing in front. I ignored his presence at first, minding my work. "Am I too small for you to notice?" Mr. Jack quizzed. Since the death of my mother, his number has been on the blacklist and he does not know my house. I kept him speechless. "Did you know how many days have been coming here, hoping to see you?" He asked another question.

Then, from the darkness, a figure emerged. The Ghost. He was older, but his presence was as formidable as ever. His piercing blue eyes locked onto Dino, assessing, calculating. “You’ve grown,” the ghost said. His voice was rough, but there was something else there—a trace of regret. Dino didn’t waste time on pleasantries. “Why now?” The ghost exhaled. “Because you’re not just fighting a war, Dino. You’re fighting a trap.” Dino’s eyes narrowed. “Explain.”

She sent a message to my phone, and—just as expected—she got a reply. "Alice, I saw Belle's corpse today," Grayson said quietly. At those words, Alice's wine glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor. "Grayson, what—what are you talking about? She's alive and well." Her voice cracked, louder than necessary, and perhaps a little too defensive. "Alice," Grayson's voice was suddenly cold, "Belle was always good to you. Why would you do this to her?" He didn't even seem like the same person anymore. In a flash, Grayson lunged at Alice, his hands gripping her throat with the kind of force that made her eyes roll back in her head. She almost suffocated under his grasp.

"I'm so sorry, Kiara. I genuinely had no idea that Hiccup would despise your belongings to such an extent and simply destroy them all…" I rushed inside to find the room littered with shredded papers. I didn't bother checking my clothes or anything else. I began picking up the torn scraps from the floor shakily. Amid the scattered debris, I spotted part of a message Ms. Zimmerman had written for me. It read, "I hope your path ahead will be filled with light, Kiara…" I could no longer read the latter part of the message, as it had been destroyed. I looked at the shredded paper and couldn't hold back my tears, causing large drops of tears to land on the paper, each one leaving behind a watery s