Ghost Mom Novels & Stories

I whispered, my words slipping through the air like a sharp blade. Her face paled, and her hands trembled as the realization washed over her. Samantha, the ghost from our past, a specter we had long thought banished to the depths of forgotten memories. Yet here she was, resurfacing like a vengeful spirit, intent on wreaking havoc upon our fragile existence. I moved swiftly, my hands still feverishly gathering our belongings, tying up loose ends. It was a race against time, against the shadow that loomed ominously over us. I refused to let Samantha's malicious intent extinguish the fragile flame of hope that burned within our hearts.

Never touching. “Lo siento (I’m sorry.),” I whispered. To who? Dru? Mamá? Myself? “Ella no te oye (She can’t hear you),” Mamá said softly. *Bullshit.* The girl heard everything. Ghosts. Lies. The things I didn’t say. Mamá froze, her gaze snapping to the window. “Li pa mouri (He isn’t dead),” she whispered, voice fraying. “Who?”

“Listen to your daughter.” “She’s not bad. I think she’s just stuck here. She hasn’t realized that she’s dead, and that’s why most ghosts are stuck here because they don’t know they’re dead. We or I can help her. I get this feeling now that I can.” “Let me guess…your intuition?” Her mother asked.

That memory haunted him and it always would. A lot of shit haunted Gage. Dead bodies didn’t bother him anymore since the first one he saw had been his mother’s. One day she’d been reading him a story and tucking him into bed after Hunter had already gone to sleep and the next day she was in her bathtub, bleeding out as he watched her. ** “Gage … I’m sorry,” she mumbled. Gage stood next to the bathtub and stroked her hair. The blood ran down her arms and mingled with the water. Her nightdress was soaked through and her breathing was shallow. Gage looked into her eyes and kissed her forehead softly.

It was as if memories and emotions took shape, converging into a spectral figure—an ethereal manifestation of her mother's soul. With tearful eyes and a heart brimming with emotions, Emily gazed upon the apparition of her mother. They communicated through a language beyond words—a profound exchange of love, understanding, and guidance. Her mother's presence reassured her, instilling a sense of purpose and a deepened connection to her vampire lineage.

I sat there for a long time, trying to digest everything. It turned out my ghost housemate used to be a legend at the company that I now worked at. I shut my laptop, my feelings all tangled up. I asked, "So, you're only stuck here because of the car accident… Is that it?" After a long silence, Ivy's voice echoed faintly in my head. It was soft and almost drifting. "It wasn't an accident." My heart lurched. Before I could ask anything else, her voice faded away.

’ Matt recognized his voice, streaks of sweat collected on his forehead as the air around him whispered, “You’re being used to kill the demon who killed Arianna’s brother.” “Was it the cat? Or the Gramps? Or he?” He mused aloud and shouted, “Who’s the demon?” “You are.” Gramps chortled, separating his tongue from the hair. To Matt, he’s still a work of fiction, who found being a ghost fun when he can muddle over people’s heads, speaking without their tongue in use. “We’ll talk about it, but first I’ll have my fill.” The Ghost of Michigan intervened. “Why can’t I see you?”

“Come, daughter. Let’s do what needs to be done to get the old man off the horse and doing what he came here to do. I don’t know about you, but I can’t leave this place fast enough.” Melody hugged her chest as she allowed her father to lead her into the mess house. “I admit, I’ll be glad to see the last of this place.” When they were inside the main room and the door was shut behind them, she turned to her father and asked, “Do you think these ghosts, or whatever they are, are affecting the sheep?” Adam cocked his head in thought. “In what way, daughter?” “Their meat. Do you think they are altering the meat in some way? I’m just trying to understand what it is that’s made Ian change so.”

I whispered urgently to her. Then I peeked out from behind Miriam. "I’m not your daughter, Ma’am. My parents passed away when I was ten. "Sir? Maybe you should take your wife to the hospital. She might have a problem with her brain." My words seem to suck the oxygen out of the air. The woman in front of me seemed overwhelmed by immense sorrow. After a long pause, she seemed about to say something, but Miriam interrupted her. "Don’t speak yet. I’ll talk to you outside in a bit."

"How could you hide that kind of a thing from me, mum? We never kept secrets! I tell you everything that goes on in my life, how could you hide my real identity from me? I guess dad never knew that I was not his son?" "Yes, he didn't," she sighed. "I'm sorry." "You even tried to kill me, I'm deeply pained." She lowered her head. "Forgive me, son." "But is that the same reason I can see ghosts?" "No, it is a trait you got from your earthly dad because he trained you. I initially thought it was that but Goddess Alexia made me know." "I forgive you, mum," he managed a smile before turning to Goddess Alexia. "You specially came for this, why? Is there anything going on?"