Ghost Mom Novels & Stories

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.

++++++++++ Mama's Story I immediately saw Dada’s mother standing at the door of the funeral home even when we were still walking down the road. She was worriedly looking out the door and had a blue house dress on with large floral patterns. The elderly female spirit repeatedly said, “Oh, where could Dada be? Her visitors are here already.” but since I was forbidden to talk to ghosts, I ignored her. Instead, I went straight inside. Eventually, I noticed that Dada’s mother fussed a little less by the time her husband started talking to us. Then suddenly, Dada’s ex-boyfriend, Chris (not his real name) came in through the door. Dada’s mother really liked him and wanted him for her daughter so sh

“We’re getting there.” A soft chime sounded on their end. Ghost stepped into frame — quiet, focused, eyes sharp behind his glasses. “Matteo,” he said. “Everyone.” I nodded. “Go ahead.” Ghost tapped a few keys, and a new document filled the screen. Old. Faded. But readable. A birth record. Mama leaned forward. “What is that?” Ghost zoomed in. Mother: Siobhan O’Connell Infant: Male Date of Birth: March 12, 1995

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed. I remembered once returning the favor. I told her about Terry the ghost, a boy who’d died in an accident on the street across from our house. Terry’s ghost wandered our neighbor’s house where his family had once lived. Mom hadn’t slept alone for weeks after that, and she never told me another horror story. My mom was like me in some ways—she was terrified of the paranormal, or anything religious. That’s why her engagement to Bill had been such a shock. But even Mom had gotten braver, so why couldn’t I?

my mum said looking straight in my eyes I sigh "mum, why didn't you ever tell me I could see a ghost?" my mum gasps " Well, I ..I, you see a ghost? " she was dumbfounded " and why didn't you ever tell me that, you got banished, and my real father denied the two of us and _" before I could finish she stops me "How do you know all of these things?" " I met my Godmother today, and yes she's dead" my mum places her hands on her face, then she holds both my hands

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.

I quickly swiped the screen back to the checkup report and placed the phone back on the bed. As soon as Sebastian came out of the bathroom, I rushed inside without speaking to him. I feared that he would notice something was off with me. I turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over my skin. I closed my eyes and replayed the messages I had just seen. I knew something was wrong. Why hadn't Sebastian refuted any of the accusations? His mother had already passed away, so why did Yvonne claim that she was gray-haired from worry? The puzzle pieces were spinning around me, and the pain in my head was getting worse. I crouched down to relieve the sharp ache in my mind, but the world a

“Next thing we knew, he drove off without saying anything.” “What bad news?” I demanded, my patience fraying. He swallowed, his eyes flicking to the floor. “Ghost, his sister. She’s dead. She was murdered.” My eyes widened, shock slamming into me like a freight train. My hand flew to my mouth again, a gasp escaping before I could stop it. Ghost—Damon’s sister, the one he’d tried to call, the one he’d trusted—was dead. Murdered.