Ghost Next Door Novels & Stories

He had an elegant demeanor and gold-rimmed glasses. As soon as he closed the door, the noises began again. He obviously wasted no time picking up where he left off. Judging by the sounds, he must have been quite skilled. I rarely saw him leave his house. Maybe I should quit my job and set up a stall on his doorstep selling "protection", I thought. I doubt I'd need any other customers. I couldn't help but admire this satyriasis. Most people might feel embarrassed by having their neighbor turn up in the night to ask them to quiet down, but he didn't let it stop him one bit.

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

How to seduce a ghost .. Nia Pov I just moved into this old Creole cottage out by the bayou. The air’s thick with humidity and some moss hanging off everything. I was buzzing the second I signed the lease because I mean.. at last! finally! a fucking place that’s mine, with no annoying roommates and no noise. Here, it’s only me and whatever ghosts this house has been hiding.— hopefully. My best friend ran out of here a couple weeks back, crying so hard she could barely talk.

Hannah watched, her breath catching, as Grace knelt. The cool floorboards of the room were a shock against Grace’s knees, but she didn’t care. Hannah’s lean hips, the strong thighs she’d dreamed of for days, were right before her. Grace hooked her fingers into the denim and pulled, dragging the jeans and the underwear beneath them down in one rough motion. Hannah’s clothes joined Grace’s at their feet, a tangled pile of discarded barriers.

I hurried to close the door, eager to get the image of what I had just seen out of my head, but not before looking at the guy’s face and getting another big shock. It was the cute boy from yesterday. My next-door neighbour.

I went to the living room and that was when i realized the music wasn't coming from my house but from the house next door. What the actual hell? I opened my door and could even hear the music more clearly, not even music, it was noise. I was actually bare footed but I didn't care because all I wanted was a good nap and nothing was going to get in the way of that. I walked over to the next flat and knocked on the door, there was no response and i used my two hands to bang on the door again.

I decide to leave the kitchen behind and call a pizza place nearby. I put a series on N*****x to watch, while I wait for the pizza place to arrive. Forty minutes go by and I hear my stomach growling. I can't wait any longer, and, already impatient, I think about going downstairs to see if the delivery man has arrived yet, but I give up, because this idea is a bit clueless. I imagine that because of the time that has passed, he is close to arriving - at least I hope so. I go to my room, put on a jacket, long enough to cover my pajamas and not show that I am without a bra. Already ready, I wait for the doorman to call on the intercom.

He had a story, and he would need help from the Blue Moon’s magic with that story. Jody had long ago learnt just to accept Gabriella’s hunches and stories. She always seemed to know what people needed and how the magic would have its way with a guest. Finally, but not least, there was a Greta Johansen coming. She was a ghost hunter and wanted to come to explore the hauntings of Evergreen Grove’s little hamlet.

Just then, the doorbell buzzes, it must be his mom and dad, but as I open the door, it is not a face that I would have suspected. "What do you want?" "Is that a way to greet me?" "What do you want." "I heard that you are on base, dating some Marine." "Actually marrying, now what do you want?" I cannot stand people that come unannounced, but I guess ghosts from your past do not particularly ask for permission to come around. "Are you going to let me stand outside, or are you going to let me in?" "I guess I probably have no choice; otherwise, you are never going to go away."