Ghost Gallbladder Attack Novels & Stories

It wasn't the slow dawning of a thought; it was a violent, physical shock. His jaw dropped, a string of bile escaping his lips. He scrambled backward until his spine hit the weeping stone wall, his eyes bulging as if they were about to burst from their sockets. "No... no, it’s not possible," he stammered, his breath coming in jagged, terrified gasps. "You died. You are a ghost to revenge..."

he responded. I looked to the doctor, “Is there a less invasive way you might be able to get the bug?” I asked. The doctor looked at me, with hope in his eyes. “There are procedures that humans do, without slicing a human. Such as removing a gall bladder,” he stated.

Caleb puts down the knife and fork in his hand while lifting his eyes to look at me with a shuffling look. "There was a time when I was keen on this sort of thing, ghosts and monsters and all that," Caleb said, picking up a napkin and wiping the corners of his mouth, "I've heard that when a person dies, their soul attaches itself to the one object closest to the body, like a blade of grass or a tree. Of course, that's a far-fetched argument, does it mean that when a person dies on a hospital operating table, their soul attaches itself to the table? How many souls would have to be attached to that operating table?... But as far as I know, there was once a survey that said that most of the pat

She kept on yelling my name and refused to leave. Just as I considered opening the door and letting her in, a different kind of pain struck again. My stomach growled loudly, then lurched uncomfortably. My stomach clenched, a sharp pain that doubled me over. I ignored it at first, thinking it was what I had experienced earlier, and stumbled towards the door. But the pain only got worse. A white-hot spike tore through my gut, leaving me weak and breathless.

Chapter 17 - Unknown Agony Glen struggled to ignore the intruder's screams as she moved along the hall walking away from his room. Ever since coming to her only a few hours ago, the mortal had been a bloody, emaciated, smelly, and now moaning bunch of agony. Glen had suffered through the first few hours because the mortal had kept his distress contained to a few pathetic drawn out moans and leg twitching, but in the last half hour his moaning had transformed into full throated screams. And try as she might to discover the source of the mortals agony she soon came to realize that this pain was purely mental. Spiritual.

He tells me. "Emergency surgery for what?" I ask, shocked. I am relatively healthy, what the hell. "With you not eating regularly, not sleeping properly, and the stress you have been under, your body is not working the way it is supposed to and you have developed gall stones. You have so many we have to remove your gall bladder." he explains. "How long will I have to be here? I have kids and a job to get back to." I tell him feeling a wavy of hysteria coming on.

The color had drained from his face by the time he leaned back into the car seat. Cherry caught a glimpse of his hand and noticed his fingers pointed at the upper abdomen. He appeared as if restraining his subconscious to press down on his stomach. By the looks of it, could he be suffering from gastric pain?! Gastritis was a common issue among businessmen like him who frequented social activities. Although Cherry decided before that she would make herself invisible in front of him, she could not bear seeing him in this condition. Perhaps her motherly side had taken over because she subconsciously wanted to do something for the man in pain.

The staff and guests of Helenfel all paused mid step as the strange howls echoed throughout the halls. "Guess the ghosts are back." Mumbled some of the guards. "Wha- Ghosts?" A guest asked surprised. "Oh nothing sir, please have no worries." Down in the basement both Garret and Taelin were engaged in a barrage of cursing. Garrett was completely thrown off by the face planting, the sudden shift in scenery, and being met by a screaming man. "By the gods man No matter the time frame somehow you will not be happy until I die of a heart attack and Cassandra won't be happy until I die from exhaustion!" Taelin cried out face down beating his fist on the desk.

Something had them spooked and their hooves were pounding against the earth; the drum roll before an execution. Suddenly shattering glass exploded across the room, and instinctively Gabriel ducked and threw his hands up over his face. Something rushed at him and with no time to get to his feet, he curled up in a protective ball on the floor. Sharp claws tore through his flesh and he cried out in pain. Able to free one hand, he lashed out wildly with the blade, but it was like fighting a ghost. The thing was fast, and it was fierce. He struggled, trying to pull himself up and onto his feet so he could see his attacker, but he was quickly overpowered. Gabriel fell back to the floor and screame