Ghost Mom Novels & Stories

Mom shakes her head, “You’re getting so pale.” “Mom,” I say with a heavy sigh. Of course, I’m pale, I just saw a ghost from my past and I’m bonded to it. Mom frowns, “You used to love Aeliana, what changed?”

She was pale like a ghost. "Mom," the ghost's voice echoed. We couldn't see her face. All we saw was the girl's back. But the look on the mother's face was in fear. "I know you don't remember me but I'm Tera, your daughter." A sob echoed across the room. It suddenly felt cold inside. "I miss you, mom."

Lima went frightened very much. She wanted to send Amara away immediately but the young lady was an educated woman. She did not believe in ghosts and refused to listen to her grandmother. The wedding preparation was in full swing. The night before Amara went to bed, she got a call from Alexander. "Hi baby, how are you?" You see I am stuck here in this haunted house, you are a very brave woman. Can you help me get out of it?" Amara at once left her house to reach Alexander. As soon as she reached the premises of the ghostly palace, she began to hear the weird voices.

Mom said with sister coming in an echoing voice till it disappear making me take my eyes back to where she was but couldn't find her. "Mom! Mom!mom!" I yelled searching furiously only for me to close my eyes and open to see a ghost standing before me. At this point, I couldn't stop myself from screaming... TBC

Behind her, three thin shadows pressed together, eager for scraps. "Unfilial son," she hissed. "You let me rot." The words found the softest place in me. A hospital room. Unpaid bills. My mother's hand going cold while I promised things no twenty-four-year-old could keep. Then the incense burner rang. [False kin.] [Wandering hunger-ghost.] [Crimes: corpse mimicry, grief feeding, attempted soul theft.] Red characters whipped up from the floor and wrapped around her throat. The thing screamed. My mother's face split open, revealing a mouth packed with tiny grasping hands.

"Good. Whether it leads anywhere or not, call it and try. Who knows, maybe it'll help us confirm who she is." Her colleague fiddled with the phone excitedly, then shook his head, a little wistful. "I've got a feeling this girl didn't come from much. Her phone's an old model, years out of date, and buffers if you try to watch a video on it. Usually, it's girls like that who come to the city to work. God only knows how her family's going to take the news once they find out." I turned my hopeful eyes on my mother. Right, Mom? Knowing I died like this, so horribly, would you feel even a little bit sad?

"You? You get a gold bar for burying a coffin. If your brother could do the job, wouldn't it be better? "You've laid to rest so many young souls, maybe it's your turn now." Mom's face twisted into something monstrous, her arms and legs jerking towards me like a puppet on strings. I sobbed and stumbled backward, "Mom, it's me, Silvia, what are you doing?" "The Haunts world is here. No one's going to make it out alive. I know how your blood calms the wind. Maybe if we drain it dry, they might spare us."

CHASE *** Two Months Ago *** I saw a ghost today. The ghost of someone who was supposed to be dead but was suddenly very much alive, standing across from me on the battlefield. Even after so many years, I’d recognize her anywhere. She was my mother, after all. I watched as her eyes flashed in recognition, the realization of who I was coming to her. Then those same eyes went cold, because even though she knew, she evidently didn’t care. We were on opposing sides of a war and in that moment, I wasn’t her son. I was merely another enemy to eliminate.

Ghost could almost hear his voice in the back of his skull, mocking, claiming, whispering she is mine. No. Ghost’s jaw tightened, his teeth grinding until his head ached. Emily was not Kane’s. She was his blood. His daughter. And though she wept now, though she broke in front of all of them, she would rise again. Ghost would make damn sure of it. Grim’s voice called for silence. Hawk and Tank lifted the coffin, boots thudding heavy against the earth as they carried Rhett toward the grave cut deep in the red dirt. The brothers followed in silence, engines rumbling low like mourners.

Mukura hugs her with her eyes closed tears flowing down her cheeks and Genteel freezes confused on if she is now over everything and does not embrace her with her tears beginning to fall from her wide-open eyes. Seeing that she is not responding to her hugging her, she opens up one eye and says to her “Mom! I think this is when you also hug your daughter back and not just become a zombie on a special moment!” Genteel embraces her tight, “I am sorry!” “I know, mother! Somehow, when you accessed my memories, I could see yours also!” Garamba smiles headed to Gurudza, “It is about time you two made up and got on the same page!” she sounds happy because of the development.