Ghost Next Door Novels & Stories

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

' He sat next to her. "What's up?" He tried not to sound too eager. "Okay, I have the theme for our next series. It will be called 'My Annoying Neighbor'. I got the idea from Mr. Northgate. Remember him? That older man who lived next door to us when you were in middle school?" "I remember him. He was creepy. He used to knock on our door all the time. Asking stupid questions about our landscaping and pool."

Since she wanted to try something, she toom it as a chance. Could it be possible for grim reapers to knock? She did heard that her kind can touch something when the clock strikes at three in the morning because that is where they get their bodies... or soul, be active. A small smile crept on her lips for the first time after two decades. To her surprise, Shane opened the door. "I see, it's you," She said. "Your time is up, Shane Hoseinzade. You lived wonderfully," She slashed her scythe on his neck but to her surprise, the scythe went through Shane and wasn't able to harm him.

“Before someone sees you.” The door swung inward, revealing a small, dark hallway that smelled of dust, lavender, and old memories. Avery didn’t hesitate. She stepped across the threshold, out of the fading twilight and into the ghost’s home. The door closed softly but firmly behind her, plunging them both into a shared darkness. ***

Ghost chuckled, shaking his head as he started the car, looking for a decent establishment where we could leave the BMW without getting trashed or carnapped. Ghost parked in front of the convenience store five blocks from Monet’s residence. On foot, we went back to her residence, entering from the back of the house. It was midday, but in a neighborhood like this, no one gives a shit about two huge men lurking like a burglar in the night. Looking around, I nodded at Ghost. He picked the lock on the backdoor. It easily opened. We pulled out our guns, making sure it was loaded. I followed Ghost inside, covering our backs.

The blonde female near the one that looks like Noah’s brother just glares at me, what the hell is her problem. “Hi guys, this is Tasmine Kelly, my next-door neighbour,” Noah said with a big grin on his face. I can see the boys are thinking while the female has a bitchy look on her face.“No she’s not, Lee is your next-door neighbour.” She snapped at Noah.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

I like to stay home, reading, forgetting the world exists, and dealing with the pain of having lost everything that mattered to me. “Hey man,” Ghost says as soon as I leave my car and walk to the door, handing the keys to the valet. “Careful with it,” I say, and he nods. Ghost is standing next to the bouncer. I nod at him and the bouncer as he moves the rope, allowing us in without even asking for identification. Not that I would need to show it; I look exactly the same as his boss just a little bulkier, more handsome.

“ you didn’t know?- “ The front door opened somewhere down the hall. Heavy footsteps. Familiar. Purposeful. Nicholas was home. And the ghost he’d buried three years ago had just climbed out of her grave—straight for us.

"My laptop battery is at 12%. Once it dies, we're blind. We can't access the dark web, we can't track the Hounds, we can't even play Solitaire." "Priorities, Ben," Catherine said dryly. "Solitaire keeps me sane, okay?" Ben shot back. "Grog knows a place," the Rat King rumbled. He was carrying Bessie the cow over his shoulders now, claiming the "moo-dog" was tired. "Old man lives in the wall. Has magic lights." "Another Tinker?" Olivia asked warily. "No. Ghost," Grog said. "Digital Ghost." They followed Grog through a series of narrow service tunnels that seemed to be going up. The air grew drier. The smell of sewage was replaced by the smell of ozone and... popcorn?