Ghost In Tagalog Novels & Stories

Without thinking, I walked outside, wanting to blend into the vast, frozen world around me. The weight on my shoulders grew heavier, my breathing became more labored, and my limbs began to lose sensation. I walked on numbly. The vast world around me offered no place of belonging. In the haze of my consciousness, a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of me. The person was panting as he reached out a pair of trembling arms to catch me before I fell. Though my body was weak, I still had some weight to me. In the icy cold, the frail arms struggled to carry me. Then, I heard a familiar murmuring in my ears, saying, "You can't die… You can't die…"

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]

“We will simply talk.” “Ooh, this is a first for me.” Erin giggled and Akira scoffed, which was noticed by the elder right away. “Ah, a cynic dragged along by her friend who believes in the art of fortune-telling. I haven’t seen a pair like this in months.” He laughed and nodded to himself. “My regulars call me Manong Niño.” “Nice to meet you, Manong Niño!” Erin exclaimed and then pointed to herself and her friend. “I’m Erin and this is Akira. I’m normal, while she can talk to ghosts.”

She looked around confused "Was he a Ghost, what just happened?" she thought to herself. "No no no" she shouted and broke down in tears. She couldn't bear staying here alone again. "Where am I?" "What is going on"

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

Dahan dahan siyang naglakad at sumandal sa gilid nito. Where on earth am I? I mean. They speak tagalog and looks like Filipinos so I guess, I'm still in the Philippines right? Somewhere na parang alam kong napaka-pamilyar. Oh my god, Manila? This is Manila right? Parang pamilyar yung mga buildings na nakatayo dito. So that means, Pasig river 'to tama? And this brigde.. MacArthur Bridge? Uhm no. Santa Cruz bridge yung nakalagay. How the hell—

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.

mahina kong sagot. Tahimik siyang napasandal sa sofa. “Hindi ko na siya maintindihan.” Ako rin. “Jash…” mahina kong tawag. “May part sa’kin na galit.” Tumango siya agad. “Valid.” “Pero may part din na…” napahinto ako. “Nalulungkot.” Tahimik siya kasi anong tawag mo sa grief para sa isang taong buhay pa pero hindi mo na kilala?