Ghost In Library Novels & Stories

What if there's a ghost here? I gulped hard not leaving the huge window adjacent, which was the only source of minimalist light coming inside through the tall garden lamp. The deep silence that went all through the library enhanced every movement, I could sense the unbalanced pattern of my breath, shaking. Shivers dashed all over my body every other second and my heartbeat was abstinent with the hope of someone coming to open this door. I shouted with tears slightly forming in my eyes, "HELP!"

She wasn't sure how much time she'd have to leisurely read but would take her chance when it came. The second floor to the library was full of rows upon rows of books and a few glass study rooms that weren't occupied. She walked down the rows one by one, her fingertips skimming the paranormal books that she'd grown accustomed to over the years. She snagged one from the third shelf up and flipped through the pages, wondering how an author came up with such a vivid story that had no real hold. She didn't believe in ghosts, goblins, or monsters. Even the sexy vampires and werewolves the girls fawned over in their spare time. Though they sounded magical, in real life, it seemed so ludicrous to t

he'd be back in an hour, and I didn't think an hour was enough to look around for anything else suspicious. I opened the library door that was decorated by the lamp's bright light. If it's spectacular during the day, then at night... it's scary, not because of ghosts, but like a void that muffled the mystery itself. Goosebumps swept over my skin, and I restrained myself from running away. If not now, I don't know when else there will be a chance to do this. I went back to the shelf I came across yesterday and found the book again. Opening it, I pulled my phone out of my nightshirt pocket and took a few pictures, then a picture of the page where Killian's profile is. I sent it straight to Kat

Even though the books the two of them were holding did not match the alphabetical order on the shelf. Ria rolled her eyes and laughed inwardly. Correct. There must be a lot of ghosts in this library. Ghost that looked like a Loren… ** In the afternoon, Ria had returned home. Now she was calmer because she had got some references about what she was looking for. Based on the research she had done in books and the internet, Ria drew a conclusion. Ghost is the energy from the memory that left behind. This is supported by the fact that she dreamed about that figure when he was still alive and living in this house.

It was the kind of quiet that pressed heavy, thick with everything unsaid. Emily sat on the edge of her bed, quilt twisted in her hands, her chest still sore from crying. Rhett had wanted to stay, but she’d told him she needed a minute. Sierra and Kayla had lingered by the door until she promised she wasn’t going to shatter. Then it was just her — her and the steady drum of her own pulse in her ears. The knock came soft, almost uncertain. Her breath hitched. “Come in.” The door eased open. Ghost stepped inside, slow, his shoulders filling the frame. He shut it behind him and stood there, pale eyes catching the thin strip of lamplight. For once, he didn’t look like smoke or shadow. He looked

Of her heart continued walking through its alarming frantic beating, she might discover herself suddenly dead from a heart attack. " My name is Zach and my memories are foggy, that is the only thing I can remember about myself. " the ghost replied " What are you doing here. " Maisie asked " I don't know. One minute I was seating in a food court the next I was here. " the ghost shrugged as he settled down back on the couch which he got up from when the owner of the house he was staying in shouted that he should show himself. She straightens as she continues her questioning. " what are you. "

Angela helped her daughter up, she tried hard to avoid Owino getting close to her again. “I found this beneath the sofa.” A huge amount of money, covered with dust, “I was still cleaning it.” She gave out to Melina, she was seated next to her

How could he find this hidden library anyway? Noel strategically chose his library's location to be on the most secluded place, away from the bustling city of Westwood. He chose his place carefully, at the back of the alleyway of a suburban road north to the capital of Westwood, near the so-called death forest which people said that meat ravaging ghosts who kidnapped people and scattered their blood everywhere on the roadside. Actually, the legend about the ghost weren’t true at all. There’s nothing, except for some psychopath who hid inside an abandoned house inside the forest and killed people occasionally. For an uncouth an inhumanely imbecile like him, Noel gladly presented his bloodied

Sitting down comfortably on my bed was the moon lady. I became light-headed and with a scream, landed on the floor with a loud thud, feeling so much pain coursing through me. "What do you want?" I whimpered. "I'm sorry for what just happened. Please, Ghostwriter, I need your help." "What!" My heartbeat hastened. "Please calm down. I know you must have questions about what killed me and how I knew I was gonna die." "Please leave me alone," I retorted, pulling the sheet to cover myself.

The man spoke from behind her making her startled. She stopped and turned abruptly and bumped into him. “Ouch!.” She exclaimed in pain as she rubbed her nose and stared at the man unhappily. The man simply shook his head in amusement as he continued, “The abandoned library” Laura nodded her head and walked in the direction, her heart was trying to jump out of her heart as it was famous that, the abandoned library is a home for ghosts and that’s the reason no one ever opens it or tries to go near it.