Ghost Hunt Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Maybe my mum knew something about me that she was keeping a secret. The ghost didn't move, didn't speak, she stood there, gazing at me with hollow eyes. And just as suddenly as she appeared, she disappeared without a trace. A chilling numbness seeped into my bones. With all the strength I could muster, I bolted upright and broke into a run, making my way to Thorne's room. He was fast asleep, naked with his girlfriend, Lilith snuggling against him. My hand grabbed the door knob and I took several deep breaths to stop the light-headedness I felt.

I plead, my heartbeat picking up a few paces She looks up at me and a crease forms on her forehead. “What ghost? There is no ghost. Thelma, you are not being haunted, you are being hunted!”

Soon they are all drunk. Ghost was the first to teeter to her feet. She caught herself on the back of her chair before she fell. “I'm going to my room" she said, staggering away. But instead of going to her room, she went straight to Hacker’s. Ghost stumbled through the door, her eyes fixed on Hacker who was playing a game as usual. She eyed him with a mixture of accusation and desire. "You're always avoiding me, Hacker," she slurred, her voice thick and husky.

Harper sat frozen in the center of the massive four-poster bed, her heart hammering like a drum solo in her chest. The flashlight lay dead beside her, and the room was bathed only in pale moonlight filtering through cracked windows. “Okay, ghosts,” she said, forcing her voice to stay steady and dripping with sarcasm even as invisible hands continued their bold exploration of her body. “If you’re going to feel me up like this, at least buy me dinner first. I have standards. I’m not a cheap haunt.”

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.

Elowen screamed, then looked around wildly, her voice trembling as she muttered, "Ms. Ghost, if you’re still safe, respond to me…" She waited and waited, but the familiar cold presence never returned. Her heart felt as if it had plunged straight into an abyss. Her body went limp, sliding down until she collapsed onto the floor. Lucien saw her reaction and immediately knew that the ghost had truly disappeared. He burst into loud laughter, cold and hollow, like a wraith crawling up from hell. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "See that? Your lover was sent to hell by your own hands. This is all because of you."

I was determined to uncover the truth. "I've come to talk to you about Hart Pierce, Aurora's older brother," I declared. She stared at me blankly for an extended moment, and I began to fear that she might not reveal anything about him. "Haven't you heard the news?" My brow furrowed in confusion. "What news?" "He's dead," she stated plainly. My breath caught in my throat. What had she just said? If Hart was dead, then who was the mysterious "Ghost" haunting us? "Are you certain?"

Their hands are almost touching. A shiver ran down my spine. Some ghosts don’t need to haunt you. They just wait until you find them again. And tonight, I had.

“You know I’ve been digging for weeks. I had a plan. I had bait. Then Fiorella shows up the day after the dead dog.” I set the bottle down hard enough for it to clink against the stone. “You tell me that’s not a sign, huh?” The tombs stayed quiet, like they were mocking me I grabbed the second bottle, cracked it open, and took another long drink. “She’s in the room closest to mine,” I said. “Like she’s daring me to remember how close her body was once on mine.” The fizz stung my nose. “I was supposed to propose to Katarina tonight,” I admitted, laughing once without humor. “Had it all planned. But now? Now my house is crawling with ghosts. And one of them’s still breathing.”

She'd been waiting for him to say something but he seemed buried in thoughts. "No. I don't." It was a lie, but a very vital one. There was no way in hell he could narrate his horrific werewolf-filled trance to her. She would freak out. Think of him as a monster or shit like that. "You want me to hypnotize you again? We could visit your trances again and –" "No." Ghost replied vehemently. He got up from the couch, stepping to the window side and still letting out quick and short breaths.