Ghost Hunter Zak Bagans Novels & Stories

At last, Ganzorig ran into a dead end; a wall that was much too high and smooth to scale. “All right you got me,” the bounty hunter said, breathing heavily. He bent over and placed both hands on his knees. “I give up.” As he straightened, Ganzorig released a metsubushi from his left hand. The eye-closer was just like what Sasha endured when fighting the Ayakashi. The only difference was, instead of being blown out of a small perma-ice box, Ganzorig’s was packed in a hollowed-out egg shell. The projectile hurtled towards Temujin carrying its blinding contents: sand, bits of glass and ground pepper.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

A little while later and we reached the morgue. "Ben, what are we going to do here?" Hunter asked curiously. He didn't even want to get off the tricycle. I still don't want to go down. I'm still thinking of what to say to a policeman guarding the morgue door. SPO1 Reyes. I answered him without looking at him. "Here is the proof that your grandfather passed on his ghosthood to me, Hunter. Do you know the guard?" "Yes. I know that. SPO1 Reyes," Hunter answered.

"Ah! C'mon boy! You don't need to be so formal. Just call me Uncle Brian. That'll do." "Ohh! Okay, Uncle Brian." "You sure got a nice apprentice Mike." "Well! Guess what? He's the youngest and was invited by Mister George personally." "Wait! What? Damn boy! Good! Good! Alright, everyone. Get seated." When everyone was seated, they finally left the airport. As they were traveling, Felix got to know that Brian was a bus driver who worked in Los Angeles. He was acquainted with Derek, the current Director of the show~ Ghost Busters.

Lance sighed and dropped his head, "Then don't keep me waiting, Shane, kill me. I don't care, I don't know who Ajax is, and that's the truth" "Maybe this one knows" Zayn gripped the throat of the dark-skinned with his sharp claws and the man's eyes bugged out for fear. He swallowed his saliva which was now hard as a rock. Zayn had noticed he was a fearful person and his heart was beating uncontrollably. He was scared of death, unlike the detective whose heartbeat was normal. He begged with teary eyes, "Hey man, I swear it. He's a fvcking ghost, or an alien, I don't know"

Hunter hesitated and said seriously, "It's very dangerous in there. Everything the books and movies showed is made up. Less of the weird, mutated bugs and more of the supernatural." The two of them continued to chat as they walked into the tomb. "How many times have you gone in before?" "I've only been in the main room once to look around. I didn't touch anything," Hunter said honestly. "Once is enough," Grayson replied, "You can lead the way. I'll follow you." He paused and looked at Hunter. "If you get me in there, I'll pay you." Hunter froze and quickly explained, "I don't want your money, Mr. Grayson. Ms. Belle helped me before, so I want to help you guys too, but I—"

I felt I needed to learn more about communicating with ghosts and all that, so I decided to watch some of what Trisha had called the pros. I’d noticed that YouTube ghost hunters talked a lot about one Brandon Price, leader of a team called Haunters, like he was the grandfather of paranormal investigation, even over the Warrens and Hans Holzer. A quick search taught me that even though Haunters hadn’t been among the pioneers of that particular TV niche, they already had nine seasons and counting. And they were considered the best of the best.

This pushy agent with his hungry eyes felt more immediately dangerous than the calm, known monster. John’s expression shut down. He turned his head away, closing his eyes. “I’m tired,” he said, his voice flat and final. “I’ll give a statement later.” ***** The door to Zhedya’s sleek office burst open without a knock. Miller strode in first, a look of undisguised victory on his face, flanked by two uniformed police officers and a stern detective. Miller flashed his badge like a weapon. “Zhedya Hunter. You are under arrest for the murder of Steven Andrew, also known as ‘the Ghost.’”

**UNKNOWN LOCATION** The room was dimly lit by the glow of multiple computer screens. The air was thick with the low hum of cooling fans and the faint scent of stale coffee. A lone figure sat hunched over a large desk, fingers flying across three different keyboards at once. Lines of code, security feeds, and encrypted files scrolled rapidly across the monitors. The hacker — known only as “Ghost” in certain dark circles — had been digging for weeks, following every trail related to the Hale family and the mysterious scholarship girl who had suddenly appeared in Cassian Hale’s life.

"Zack, look at his chest." Gregor’s ribcage was open. Pulsing. Inside, a violet light flickered, fighting the red glare of the moon. Malakai’s energy was a virus, and the Mother was trying to purge it. "Get behind the crib!" Zack stepped between them. He didn't shift. He couldn't risk the madness taking him too. "Gregor, stop! It’s Zack! We hunted the Jersey Barrens together!" "Hungry..." Gregor’s elongated arm lashed out.