Ghost Mom Novels & Stories

In no time, I saw a sudden appearance of something like a phantom, becoming clearer according to the tick of the clock. “Wait…” I muttered to myself, a sigh following immediately. “Don't be afraid.” My ghost mother said, her eyes consciously blinked at me. “I have come with a good news.” “What is it?” I asked her, turning my head towards her, my mind calmed by her presence. “It is time to take revenge.” My ghost mother revealed, holding a piece of stick up in the air. “Mom, on who?” I asked her curiously, raising my eyebrows. “Do you mean Alpha Thane's pack?”

She put down the picture and ran to the sofa, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Mommy, you’re being lazy again! I’m going back to our old home to get the music box. Then, I can wake you up!” Seeing her determined to leave, I instinctively reached out for an umbrella, wanting to remind her that it was raining outside. Alas, my hand passed right through her body! In that instant, I suddenly remembered—I was dead. I could never protect her like before.

He called. "That's not mom," Amelia said. "What do you mean?" He asked. "Mom is dead." She turned to see her dad's reaction. "Mom is dead." She said again. Andrea shook his head. "That's not possible." He said still in doubt. "Your mom is standing right..." He paused as he took a few seconds to take note of the situation. After he was done speculating, he looked at Amelia. "How...how come?' "She was killed by a ghost," Amelia said. Even without looking at her dad, she could tell her dad was giving her a stern look, a look of disbelief, the same look he gave her when she told him she sees ghosts.

Just when Aqua thought they would intervene, the scene shifted again. The night deepened, and Aqua’s parents stood together, a flicker of desperation in their eyes. Her father grasped her mother’s hands tightly. “We can’t let them use our child. We need to call upon the ancestors to help us escape this nightmare.” Her mother nodded, her expression a mix of fear and determination. “You’re right. It’s time to leave. For our family.” They joined hands and began to chant, their voices weaving together a spell infused with urgency and hope. Aqua felt the air around them pulse with energy, the weight of their words resonating through her.

“Your parents were totally cool with you leaving school and diving into the rabbit hole of all things magical and mystical, am I right?” Her face falls. Can tell she's reliving some memory that's tearing her apart “They’re all dead.” She reveals, “My mom, my dad, my little brother. We were all in a fire. I'm the ghost who survived. Since that day, I’ve been alone. I’ve wandered the earth, never staying in one place for too long. Always searching, always looking for…something. I’ve seen the world, Andrei. I’ve seen its beauty, I’ve also seen its darkness. Nothing haunts me like the day I turned five... Why didn't I just die with them?”

Uncle Mo's eyes were red, as if he was possessed, "Do not go near your grandmother. Now I will call Master Gao and ask him to come quickly." No one in the huge Mo family came forward. Standing under the stage, Mary Kinson secretly shook her head, "In the 21st century, there are people who are fooled by ghosts and gods. Her gaze only fell on Mo Grandma, who fell on the floor. Mo Grandma was still twitching, and the distance was widening, and saliva was running from her mouth. Grandma Mo is old, and if the stroke is not treated in time, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The voice that came through belonged to my college senior, Gemma Chambers. "Nathan, I know you're about to get married, but I just have to ask you one more time. Are you sure you don't want to consider joining our research lab?" Gemma queried. "You were always Professor Kelley's most gifted student. He still hopes you can help him out with his research. "Since you're about to start a family, Professor Kelley has said he can grant you a special leave of absence for two weeks off after working in the research lab every month. That way, you can still spend quality time with your wife."

“God, you don’t deserve to be here. But I can’t help you, Mom. I can’t even help myself.” She stared at me like I had just spoken another language ... Then she stood up and began pacing, her hands flying to her head. “That’s impossible. What happened to everything you got from Echo?” “Everything is still there,” I said, voice cracking. “But I can’t access any of it. The house is haunted, Mom. There’s a ghost in that house. I can’t stay there.” She let out a short... humorless laugh. “Ghost? Come on, Laura, don’t be ridiculous. There’s no such thing.”

My mother-in-law, similarly overwhelmed, lost consciousness on the spot. When the two women regained consciousness, they went together to obtain my death certificate and made arrangements to transfer my body to the funeral home. Throughout it all, they tried repeatedly to call Grayson, only to have every attempt met with the cold indifference of a disconnected line or a curt rejection. My brother, Liam Pearson, stood by the cold storage at the funeral home where my body now lay, weeping like a heartbroken child. A man of over six feet tall, his shoulders shook with the force of his tears.