Ghost Hunt Book Novels & Stories

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

Further down the corridor was a cellar, which is where Bloodstain's den was. Guila walked to her bed and pulled out a black-covered book. It wasn't heavy or too thick. That was the only book she could save from being destroyed. The last book about the story of the first lycanthropist. It tells how it all happened and gives details about the moon goddess and her history with him.

She felt as if she were outside of herself, looking down, and she became more and more confused. She read. And read. And read. Finally, it hit her like a lightning bolt: this book, it was hers. Her journal. The journal of a teenage girl. A story of coming of age. Of going back in time. Of falling in love with a man named Caleb. Of having a daughter named Scarlet. Of becoming a vampire. She wondered if she were losing her mind. Was this some sort of practical joke? Some sort of fantasy she’d had as a young girl? What was it doing here? How did her grandmother have it? And why was she only drawn to open it now, at this time?

That night, after Saint had fallen asleep curled between two pillows in my room again, I sat on the floor by my bed, flash drive in hand. I didn’t plug it in. Instead, I wrote in my journal: Saint found it. Lena left a trail. And for the first time… I think this house is full of ghosts who haven’t stopped screaming. In the hallway outside my door, something creaked. Not loud. But deliberate. I opened the door. Nothing. No one. But the air felt wrong. And I couldn’t help but wonder if this flash drive wasn’t just information. It was a fuse.

Sometimes, I wonder if she’s the one I am feeling in this room. I don’t believe in ghosts or that shit. I grab a blue hardcover, with the name, ‘Herbs for healing sleeping sickness’. I flip the pages, leaning on the bookshelves, as the pages flip, a paper falls out. I grip it, the paper is nearly old, the edges almost torn off. The writing is legible.

I pressed the book to my chest. My gaze bravely—against my will—traveled the corners of the room, into the crevices and along the shadowed walls. A soft whisper hit the base of my neck. “Don’t be fooled.” It was sweet like a woman’s voice, but it held malice, and I found myself standing in the midst of one of those paranormal investigation shows, where the friendly ghosts had moved on, and I was stuck with whatever the devil rejected. “I’m no fool,” I whispered back.

I know it. But I must go back. Breathe the same air. Walk on the same cobblestones. Because somewhere in that anonymous town lies the only mystery that ever resisted my practical mind. The only night that ever mattered. And if by some wild chance, a miracle of fate… I shake my head. I chase away the too-vivid hope. But it's there. In the pit of my stomach. A hot, tenacious ember. Tomorrow, I go to hunt a ghost. A ghost with soft hands and a muffled laugh, who haunts the lonely nights of a man reputed to need no one.

Whoever did it had been merciless. People began whispering that the dungeon boss was sending a warning. I kept my head down. Victor had told me to sleep in his room the night before, but he never came back all night. I didn't tell anyone. After all, someone had just been killed, and everyone was on edge. One veteran even pulled out a rare item called the Specter Scanner, which could detect monsters. My heart nearly stopped. I might look human, but underneath, I was still a monster.

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.