Ghost Motionless In White Novels & Stories

Liora nodded before stepping forward in her white attire, while I retreated to the sidelines. The haunting strains of the music shifted into a darker melody, mirroring the transition from innocence to seduction. Her movements held a sensuous quality, each step an embodiment of the Black Swan's allure. When the music eventually tapered off, Liora's chest heaved with effort, her eyes meeting Mr. Bennett's for feedback.

The figure stood in the corner of her room, its presence eerie and unsettling. "Why do you keep coming?" she asked, her voice shaking with fear. The figure didn't answer but instead moved closer to her. Noelle took a step back, her heart racing in her chest, her eyes pale. The figure was humanoid in shape but completely white, like a ghost. It had no features, just a blank face that stared at her with empty eyes. Noelle tried to rationalize what she was seeing but couldn't come up with any explanation. As she watched, the figure moved towards her again, reaching out as if to touch her. Noelle backed away until she hit the wall, her eyes wide with terror. She had to get out of there.

In between it's legs was a massive drum that it kept beating. As she approached, all noise ceased and they all turned to look at her. She almost staggered when she saw their eyes, but caught herself just in time. They were white, no coloring, no blemish, just pure white. They stared at her like they could see her. She knew even though they looked blind, they were definitely able to. It was evident in the creepy way their heads followed her as she moved forward slowly, as if in a trance.

literal ghost music, echoing faintly through the air. “Rule number one of ghost dancing,” he said, sliding toward me dramatically, “you don’t walk. You glide. Glide like you are in zero gravity with swagger.” I laughed despite myself. “Swagger?” “Yeah. Ghost swagger. You have got to float like you own the damn afterlife. Now... hands up, shoulders loose.” I copied him, sort of. “Good,” he said, circling me. “Now imagine your feet are smoke. You don’t step... you drift. Like this.”

Gideon lets out a barking laugh but doesn’t say anything about the bed or the collection of whips and things on the floor. Ghost is standing right outside of the bedroom door; he’s so close that Gideon almost slams into him, but Ghost seems completely unbothered. He’s got a massive smile on his face and he’s holding out a velvet blue box while looking directly at me. “Glow worms shouldn’t be this happy.” I mutter, which only makes Ghost smile more and Gideon laugh a little as he steps to the side. I watch in horror as Ghost drops to one knee, holds up the little velvet box and bows his head so low I can see the back of his pale neck.

And the sterile silence was not peace, but a prelude. The soft hum intensified slightly, a subtle shift in the air, and then, without a sound, a section of the pristine white wall shimmered and slid inwards, revealing a doorway. No hinges, no visible frame; it simply dissolved, a seamless mechanical marvel. A figure stepped into the room.

Every movement echoed faintly, as though the space itself were listening. “Hello?” I called. My voice bounced back at me, multiplied and distant. No answer. I walked further, uncertainty prickling along my spine. I had died once already. Surely this was not— The corridor opened abruptly into a vast chamber, larger than any throne hall I had ever seen. There were no visible walls, only endless white stretching outward in all directions. I swallowed. “What am I doing here?” I whispered to myself. A figure appeared in the distance. At first, she was only a shimmer, a distortion in the light. Then she took form as she approached—a woman clad in white robes that flowed like mist around her feet.

Trigger warning. Slight gore. Like, really slight. ____ Motionless, she laid on the floor. The curtain flapping from the wind that was blowing inside, the moonlight glittering down her slit open throat that had blood still sipping out of it, flowing down her neck and dissolving further into her white gown, an inky red stain down her waist line of her dress. Some blood had dripped to the floor too, causing the red sticky liquid to stand out sharply against the grey tikes beneath.

I pressed it to **Minimize** the world. --- ### The White Room The sensation was like being pulled through a straw. My bones felt like they were being crushed into a single point of light. I heard Rowan’s voice screaming my name, a sound that stretched out into a long, distorted drone before fading into silence. When I opened my eyes, I was standing in a room of glass and chrome.

A woman, dressed in white robes, standing a few feet away. I wanted to scream, but I was stunned into silence. Her eyes were hollow sockets, and her mouth opened like she was screaming, but no sound came out of it. I staggered to my feet, and tried taking several steps backward , to put a lot of distance between us, and she didn't follow. She just stood there, her existence flickering in and out, like a ghost with very bad reception. Then she suddenly disintegrated into tiny specks of white dust. "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" I murmured as I brought trembling hands to my lips.