Ghost Mom Novels & Stories

She saw the dark figures come and went, hovering above and moving around at high speed. "Honey, there is something outside the house!" she clamoured and pointed out of the windows. She clutched dearly onto his chest as her wary eyes roamed the windows. Hue pulled her into his embrace and replied, "Don't worry, they're the Grim Reaper." "The what?!" Jennet pushed his chest, terrified. "The Grim Reaper," Hue repeated calmly. Jennet gulped hard. Bullets of sweat drenched her forehand. "Are we going to die?" she asked, her face turning pale. She wasn’t prepared for that yet!

“It is a privilege to be killed by our sleeping Ti Malice. You were chosen to serve her for all eternity. It is a privilege! Those tears of yours shouldn’t be selfish and sad. They should be tears of joy. You shall relive your death again and again until you see the joy in the experience for yourself. Until you can face our master when she wakes from her slumber.” Easy Street let out a long, low noise like a mortally wounded animal. Papa Nightmare returned to his captain’s chair and addressed one of his Civil War ghouls. “Has she stopped?” “Yes, Papa. They are on the grounds of an old cemetery, according to our informant.” “Excellent. Change course and prepare the others.”

"What? Whose funeral?" Richard's voice shot up. "Selena Sanchez, don't joke about something like that. Chloe is our daughter, not some tool to get attention. You're her mother. How can you say something so awful? You don't deserve to be a mother." I didn't answer. I hung up. The memorial was held in a small chapel. Gray clouds hung overhead. A light rain fell, turning the air heavy and suffocating. I stood quietly with Chloe's urn in my arms.

“What happened?” “Grams was murdered last year. Mom’s latest boyfriend sexually assaulted me during one of my episodes. She caught him before it went too far, but somehow, it was my fault. I think she was tired of me depending on her.” “Where’s the guy?” Ghost was grinding his teeth as he spoke. I shrugged my shoulders, not even wanting to speculate that they were still together. “Are you safe?” “Not really. The guys who killed my grandmother took a shot at me.”

"The XIX is the crown, Amara. Give her to me, and I will let the Alpha keep his soul. Refuse, and I will weave your daughter into the floor of the next world." The child in my arms suddenly went rigid. Her silver feathers flared, and for the first time, she spoke. "The soup is cold, Grandmother," Hope said. Her fire-slit eyes turned a blinding, radioactive black. And from the shadows of the hallway, a new sound emerged. The sound of three thousand ghosts arriving home.

"I-I want to be with your father. Put my ashes inside his grave." "Huh? Wouldn't reopening the grave disturb him? He's been gone for years already. Public cemeteries are nice too. They have peaceful scenery and regular maintenance." Mom became so angry she couldn't even speak anymore. Her throat made harsh rattling sounds like broken bellows. Seeing how weak she was, I decided to stop arguing. "Fine. I get it. Don't worry. I'll bury you next to Dad." A few seconds later, the light faded from her eyes.

Dad: “So… the evil mirror version of my daughter just got chased out of town by a bunch of teenagers and gangster ghosts?” Celeste (mouth full): “Pretty much.” He raises his coffee mug. Dad: “To the Morua family tradition of scaring gods before breakfast.” We clink root beer, orange juice, coffee, and one suspicious ghost-whiskey that Al definitely snuck in. The HUD flickers once, gentle this time. 15 / 47 The valley is quiet. For now. Love endures. Stories endure. You endure. I rest my head on Remy’s shoulder. Outside, Hot Springs wakes up like nothing happened.

If I don't make it by then, it'll be too late! The call cut off, leaving only the cold beep in my ear. Then, my perfectly healthy heart twisted sharply, as if someone had grabbed it and wrung it out. Pain rolled through me until I doubled over. I clutched at my chest, and my mind was racing. My mom, Margaret Hale, had always been deeply spiritual. Claire grew up with her and ended up believing in spirits just as firmly. When Claire told me Mom had appeared in her dream, I thought it was just her missing Mom too much.

"Dakota Perez! No matter if you're alive or dead, you'll forever be my wife! Mine! I won't let you off!" He raised the cleaver and started hacking at the door. The sound of the blade hitting the wood sent chills down my spine. My mom was calling the police on her phone, while my dad pushed furniture against the door to block it. Gordon kept slamming the cleaver into the door. He shouted furiously, "Even if I become a ghost, I'll haunt you forever! Even if you die, you must be buried right beside me! This is all your fault, you wretched woman! You had to make this a big deal!

Three days after my mom died, the hospital called. "Mr. Carter, your mother has an outstanding balance of $1,873.60. Please come in and pay it as soon as possible." What? I stared at my mom's body. They had to have the wrong person. I'd paid every bill before she was discharged. She was supposed to be cremated and buried today. How could she still owe money? The person on the phone clicked their tongue. "Her family is responsible for the bill! She received treatment, so someone has to pay for it. It's $1,873.60." "Are you sure that's for Winona Carter?" "Yes. Come quickly."