Ghost In Th Stalls Novels & Stories

"You’ve cleared the site. You’ve removed the threats. Why are you still looking for ghosts?" He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of my dress. "Because ghosts are the only things that can walk through walls, Eden. And Silas Vane is the best ghost in the business." "I haven't seen him; I doubt I'll see him while I'm indoors," I said, the lie tasting like copper in my mouth. "He’s just a name in a file to me now."

Ghost’s reputation existed for a reason. I turned away from the monitors and looked back through the two-way glass overlooking the packed club. Friday nights always drew the biggest crowds. I couldn’t believe what we just found out. Then… The front doors opened again. My breath caught. Walking through the entrance… Was Elena.

" As he finished, an indescribable stench unfurled, leaving Frank narrowing his eyes in the stink. In a split second, the dark figure before him disappeared, reappearing the next instant behind Frank as if teleporting. "Die!" Ghost bellowed. Frank turned even as he felt the shockwave on his nape but felt the agony in his stomach before he could counter. "Oof…" He gasped, looking down to see that a bandaged hand pierced through his entire stomach. As Ghost pulled out, his hand was now covered in pieces of Frank's innards! "Frank!" Skyler was just coming upstairs and paled when she saw that. "Oh, Torrent's pet? Perfect. I'll wipe you all out right now!" Ghost exclaimed with a maniacal grin, li

“She’s not the girl you dragged in here anymore. You see it, don’t you?” Rhett met his stare, his voice low, certain. “I see it. And I’ll kill anyone who tries to snuff it out.” Ghost’s mouth twitched — not quite a smile, but close — before he pushed off the frame and disappeared down the hall. ________________ Rhett swung his legs out of bed, grimacing at the pull in his stitches. He dressed slow, pulling on his jeans and boots, slinging his cut over his shoulder. The leather felt heavier than usual, like it carried more than just his patch now.

"Fine. Keep him safe. I swear, if he comes back with even a single scratch..." "He won't," Kael promised. "I'll carry him." "And no sugar! He gets hyperactive!" Jackson shouted before the call cut out. "Too late," Julian licked orange dust off his fingers. "Let's go," Nova said. "The compass is pulling." They picked the rusty lock of the service gate and descended into the station. It was breathtaking. The Ghost Station was a time capsule. The curved ceilings were covered in beautiful emerald and cream Guastavino tiles. Elegant brass chandeliers hung from the arches, covered in decades of dust. It was dead silent.

“You DEA?” “I’m thirsty.” Luke leaned an elbow on the rail like he was bored of the conversation and the person he was having it with. “We heard she’s got ghosts,” he said. A beat. The door man shifted his weight. “Upstairs. Don’t ask for her. She’ll find you.” They climbed a narrow flight that smelled like spilled spirits and the night before. A girl in a red bob cut and a dress that invented its own rules sat on a barstool under a dead disco ball. She watched Stacey approach like a cat watches a mirror.

I caught the caller ID: Ghost. He stepped out, jaw tense. “Don’t move,” he said. He walked out. Fast. Heated. Then he was gone. The second he left? The air changed. The stares grew hotter. The room turned to wolves. Every man in there turned their eyes on me like I was meat left on a throne. Their stares crawled over my skin. My stomach twisted. My fingers itched for something sharp. Men started shifting in their chairs. A few licked their lips. One leaned toward me.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

He simply went beneath. I clenched my hand. The pavement under reflection-Lila shattered. A manhole lid sprang up like a missile striking her chest. She was propelled backward her flare gun firing into the air a streak that exploded and scattered sparks. The ghost wavered, bewildered then turned to me— stared—and, for a single moment his gaze was that of a six-year-old, frightened and mirrored mine. “I apologize " I murmured. He turned to dust which the breeze carried south heading for the Ninth Ward that always remembered him.

I poured myself another glass of whiskey, sinking into one of the leather chairs , my body heavy but my mind racing and I was secretly happy at the latest discovery. The others spread out around the room, checking the windows, the doors, every entrance and exit. Standard procedure. Making sure everything was fine and safe. I gulped down the whiskey, the burn doing little to settle my insides and then I poured myself another round. Fifteen minutes later, Ghost arrived, it seemed as if he had flown down here instead of taking the normal taxi ride. I wasn't quite surprised, he was a hardworking fellow and his eyes had a different colour whenever money was mentioned.