Novel & Cerita Ghost Hunters Fanfiction

Ghost is sitting beside me, and I can feel his eyes drilling a hole into my head. “Who the fuck is Harmon?” He growls but I don’t say anything. How do I even begin to explain that we’re hunting a monster that makes me want to crawl into a cave and never come out again?

Regardless, whatever happened here was bad. He is right about that. Slowly, I walk from room by room, each one making the dread in my stomach intensify. Some rooms merely showed evidence of the experiments that went on here, while others showed the cruelty of what the hunters did when they left. In those rooms, the bones of the dead are still lying on the bed where they were restrained and left to die a slow death. I walk into the first one, feeling the temperature in the room drop considerably. “I’m not here to hurt you,” I say out loud. I have no idea if Malcolm is right about ghosts, but this place definitely feels haunted. I reach out to rip the restraints open, only to hiss when I reali

I was the one who wanted to mark her and then remove her towel and sink into her too. And she had been willing. Very willing. Even now, I hear her upstairs. My little human pacing her room. Every sound pulls at me and It takes everything in me not to go up there and finish what I started. “Is it always going to be like this?” Dante asks. Is Ghost going to turn into a raging beast every time she is near? Hell yeah. Am I going to? Probably. “Probably. I guess I will have to learn more about this,” I say instead.

“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.”

The truth was, I wanted to prepare more food in case Finn came back. When we gathered all the ingredients and walked into the yard, I saw a white shadow flashing in front of my eyes. It was as white as a ghost and I screamed out, "Ahhh!" At the same time, I heard the scream of someone else, "Ahhh!" It wasn't Darren's voice. It was high-pitched, trembling, coming from behind the tombstone of the hunter! Had the hunter got back to life? Did he crawl out of his grave? It was impossible! His body had already been dismembered.

Skyler screeched to a halt, her face pale in terror. "Nom… Young girls taste the best." Ghost was licking the blood off his lips as he threw the corpse he had been holding with just one hand and grinned viciously. It was a girl just around seventeen, her expression frozen eternally in death after Ghost chewed through her throat. Seeing that she was not getting away, Skyler decided to talk and try to buy time. "Don't you see?! The power of the spiritron vein has consumed you!" That only left Ghost glowering. "And that's because your boss Torrent pushed me this far!"

Mom and the others went back to the city before I did, so there were times when I still kept seeing my cousin’s ghost a few days after the burial. And yes, he was still a child everytime I would see him... Sorry if my story got too long but I hoped you all enjoyed it. +++++++++++ And yes, dear readers, I do hope you enjoyed that story too. Until the next time we meet, this is The Diwata, your Storyteller from the Supernatural Spa saying... I hope to see you again soon and fare thee well.

He roared with mirth, “And Hunter thinks it’s his.” No, no, no! “Not true.” It couldn’t be. He was messing with my head. “This is Hunter’s pup, not yours. You are dead! Nothing but a ghost.” He laughed and dissolved in front of my eyes, only to reappear a distance away from me. I ran to Kira. I could just make out her shape in the dark. She sat up and shook herself. I hugged her and she licked my face, tasting the saltiness on my cheeks.

She crosses her arms against her chest which makes her shoulders roll back and her posture straighten. “Well…you see, I dumped Hunter on Halloween night. He was essentially being an asshole to me at a Halloween Haunted House. He claimed he did unseen things to you. I just need to know if there is any truth to what he says, if it is true. Just know I will believe anything you say. Hunter Bates, needs to be taken out and if two of us can get him out of Model Perfect, then the world will be the safer and better for it.”

I said, pressing my forehead to hers. Her eyes burned. “I won’t hesitate.” ‘Neither would I,’ I thought. The forest leaned closer, its branches stilled as if it were listening to the heartbeat of a monster. The hunt hadn't just begun; it had evolved. The air felt thin, stripped of its life, leaving only the metallic tang of Samantha’s brewing wrath. We weren't tracking a man anymore. We were chasing a ghost through a graveyard of his own making.