Ghost Mom Novels & Stories

Maybe she doesn't know how to tell me that the man that I love is already dead but she just nodded while crying, telling me that she is telling the truth that Jayvee is gone. I heard cries from outside the room where I and my mom were. I immediately stand up and walk to the door even though I still feel weak. I want to witness with my own eyes what is really going on. I looked around and I saw a bunch of people crying and mourning. What is going on? I asked myself while looking around and listening to their cries. I walk out of the room while my mom is following me. I saw Camille lying dead while her family was crying over her. She has a death tag too like mine.

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.

I hadn't driven that day, and if I didn't leave soon, I'd miss the last subway train. "My life is so miserable! My husband died young, and now my daughter doesn't want me either! I might as well die!" Mom shouted and suddenly ran to the center of the road.

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.

LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW. Ghost. That’s the first word blaring in my mind as I stand face to face with the entity that’s supposed to be my mother. But it can't be my mother. She can never be my mother. Because my mother died…..I clutched her cold, still hands as my grandmother pulled me away from the doctors dressed in white coats, masks covering their faces, working on her body……she’s a ghost….a fucking ghost.