Ghost Hunt Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"It's not important how I make it this far. I am truly sorry for scaring you. I usually maintain my distance at night since the demon inside of me was more rampant at night. I will stay outside so I won't bother you. Please continue in your rest." The female ghost bowed at me and started to walk away. "Hold on!" The burned fingers that were holding the tent's zipper halted. She looked back at me. "May I ask what are you trying to do when you came to my bed? Are you perhaps...wanted to eat me?" If it was a normal romance novel, perhaps what I said could cause misunderstanding and a bit romantical. But I mean it literally. The female ghost lowered her head. "...You smell different than others.

My pulses quicken recalling him rushing at me with the light speed without moving his feet. I can't deny that I'm seeing ghosts, shadows whatever they are. They are spooky, and always give me goosebumps. No one would believe me. His house is haunted. I don't know what I will find there. More spooky creatures. I wanna distance myself from him and his haunted house. I'm wondering. Why is that shadow haunting me, not him? Is he hiding or is he not ready to trust me enough to share his secrets? I didn't see any sight of tiredness over him. I was in no rush to find love or have a serious relationship ever but now I'm going to wed at the end of this month. I close my eyes when he'll know about my

Yet Ghost persists in his single-minded fixation, a relentless force driving me to the brink of madness. Maybe his persistence is right, maybe what we're feeling is true, and there is something hidden and a truth we need to uncover. With Ghost's primal instincts, he can sense something is different. Either that, or he's fixated on her, grasping at straws and wanting to punish me for rejecting her. I deserve it. I know I do. No, there is something. Since Harlyn arrived, there's been a feeling of something else happening. Like there is more there that can't be seen in her. We can feel it, however.

Her hands curl into fists, nails biting into her palms. The ghost has spoken after years of silence. And this time, he's not staying in the shadows where she buried him. This time, he hunts in the light.

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.

"Then let's build that. Together." I kissed her knuckles. "No more ghosts." "No more lies," she added. And for the first time in weeks, maybe months, I felt something unfamiliar bloom in my chest. Hope. Just as she started to lean into me again, her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She frowned, reached for it, read the message, and froze. I sat up slightly. "What is it?" She handed me the phone. Unknown Number: You can't bury ghosts, Penny. They always dig their way out.

And those silver-blue eyes when they locked with mine… I don’t know why, but I still can’t tell if she’s human or a werewolf. 'You know we want her laid out beneath us,' Ghost said. “No. I don’t want her.” 'Oh, but you do... Can’t you feel it? If she was the one giving that blowjob instead of your own hand, you’d have come in seconds.' “Well, that’s your damn fault—with all your twisted fantasies,” I muttered. 'You came back home without getting laid. We’ve got the money. We already tasted Marirose’s virgin pussy—' “I don’t let anyone step on me. You know that.”

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

*]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="88630483-7eb5-4271-b05b-c60c7df0102d" data-testid="conversation-turn-186" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> The silence after the Ghost’s disappearance felt heavier than the gunfire. Like the air itself was holding its breath.

Elias thought he could taunt me with expired clocks and stolen photos. He had no idea how deeply I would descend into hell to end him. The Phantom Hunt had drawn blood. Now the Ghost would learn what it meant to be truly hunted.