Ghost Mom Novels & Stories

say while crying. "Honey, what are you talking about? It's just a myth. No ghosts just come out of a board. Maybe they disappeared because some bad person kidnapped them. Scare you, but the crime of human trafficking exists. Trust me everything will be fine!" "Mom, you don't know. There is a devil in this house. Rebecca said that eight years ago a family lived in this house and they disappeared overnight. Until now the case was never revealed. Mom, please! Listen to me. We--"

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."

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 Her phone's an old model, years out of date, and buffers if you try to watch a video on it.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."

(MALDIE POV) *************************** The notice fluttered to the ground like a dead leaf. I watched the light disappear from my mom's eyes, we held on to each other……..two ghosts in a home that doesn't belong to them anymore, we were waiting for the cold world to swallow us whole. The kitchen smelled of nothing. For a woman who had spent her life surrounded by the scent of cinnamon, roasted garlic and ambition……….”Mom!” I screamed, my voice cracking as I stumbled over a box of silverware that had been packed with shaking hands

I gulped hard but did not move. "I am not gay. I am a straight woman. I never had any relationships in my life because everyone thinks of me as a freak. Not because I was a lesbian. I am known as the ghost hunter in Brooklyn. And just as guys hear that I can see ghosts, they run away from me. I don't lie. And my mother can not digest anything without lying." She spoke through her gritted teeth. She was trying to contain her anger. Hearing her, I was shocked again. I just could not believe that her mom literally lied to me.

My sister came home three years after she went missing. But every time she saw me, she lost control and tried to kill herself. She blamed me for failing to protect her. My parents begged me with tears in their eyes. "Move down to the basement. We owe her this much. Don't hold it against her. Once she gets better, you can move back upstairs, okay?" I agreed. Seven years passed, and I slowly became invisible in my own home. Then, this Christmas, Mom finally invited me to celebrate with the family. I had barely picked up the knife to cut the cake when my sister suddenly screamed. I jumped up, but before I could react, my sister snatched the cake knife and slashed her own wrist. Mom lunged at me