Ghost Next Door Novels & Stories

Oh boy. Taking in a deep breath, determination flooding her, she walked all the way to the bedroom without turning back. Closing the door, she released her breath. Opening the door by a crack, she peeped through. Geneva gasped sharply and reflexively closed the door again but with a bang. He was still in that same rigid position but his eyes were directed towards the bedroom door. He is doing this eerie... thing on purpose right? Sending the door wide open now, she stepped out looking directly at him. "Ehm, I'm about to uhm, you know, take a bath and stuff. Being a descent uhh ghost *clears throat*..."

said her grandmother as she closed the door after her. A few days later, Ria took Dimple and her driver to their farmhouse 40km from the city. The driver waited in the car as she went inside the premises. He was too scared to go inside. Ria was the only one who visited the farmhouse now. The farm next to theirs was in ruins. Everyone believed it was haunted and had not been visited by any living soul in years. It was here that her mother had died. Many people said her death was due to the haunting spirits. Since then, Ria's family had also stopped coming to the farm.

The next morning, as Trent stood in front of the kitchen window drinking his coffee, he debated whether or not to close the blinds. He looked across the yard towards his neighbor’s house. It appeared empty. With a small shrug, he decided to keep the blinds as they were. She had probably got bored of watching him at that point. He was something new. Trent understood that, just as he knew he wasn’t the most exciting person.

he murmurs, “if you ever get tired of the silent brooding type, there are more fun options out there.” “Is that so?” I reply, my voice light. “Absolutely.” Before I can throw a retort back at him, someone slides into the space between us with the kind of smooth, quiet force that only comes from someone used to being obeyed. Ghost doesn’t say anything at first. He just plants himself squarely in front of Hectic, shoulders loose but energy sharp. Hectic blinks. “Well, hello—” “I’d move back a bit if I were you,” Ghost says, his voice low, steady, and far too calm to be casual.

Noah was still dead to the world, likely dreaming of his midnight heist. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the two of them on that bike—a pastor’s daughter and a wild-hearted volunteer, blurred into the darkness. I had a knot in my stomach that wouldn't untie. In this neighborhood, secrets didn't stay buried; they rotted under the surface until they exploded. I was startled out of my thoughts by a sound from next door. It wasn't a scream. It was a sharp, rhythmic thud-thud-thud. I moved to the window, pulling the curtain back just enough to see into the Pastor's driveway.

There was something almost protective in the way he looked at me, the kind of steadiness Zane used to give. But before I could respond, my phone buzzed. A private message. No name. No number. Just three words: “You’re next, Grey.” I froze. The world around me narrowed to that single line glowing on the screen. Kai stepped closer, his expression hardening as he read it over my shoulder. The playfulness vanished from his face. “Looks like your ghost wants to make it personal.” I swallowed hard, my mind already racing. You’re next. Not they, not Carter Holdings me.

I thought I was getting over him after spending so much time in this world, yet this happens. A light knock came from out the door, followed by his familiar scent. “Nex… Are you in there?” I shuddered from the sound of his voice. My apartment was several doors down this hall, with my pups in it. Moreover, if we were to get in a conflict now, there are still some neighbors living in the tenants on this floor. They come out, wondering of the rackets we will undoubtedly cause, they may…

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

I guess we are due for it. Zane and I are heading to a club in the city. It’s a very popular supernatural club, but it’s also a trendy human club. It’s one of the few places where supernaturals and humans can mingle in peace. Zane knows the owner. Apparently, Ghost, yes, his name is fucking Ghost, and no, he isn’t actually a ghost, stupid. Anyway, Ghost is a dark fae who owns the club. He's a sleazy dude who likes slightly crazy women. I’m slightly crazy, so I will be a little flirty, gag. I don’t want to flirt with this loser, and Zane isn’t thrilled either, but if Ghost thinks I’m interested in him, then we have a better chance of getting information or keeping him distracted so Zane can w

The old clock in the safe house ticked faintly, as if silently counting the passage of time. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Alicia held her breath and slowly made her way to the door, peering through the peephole. She saw a familiar face - the Ghost and Nova. Alicia let out a sigh of relief and opened the door to let them in. The Ghost was still tall and silent, with his long black hair neatly combed back and his electronic glasses reflecting cold light. Nova, on the other hand, appeared more alert, with her silver short hair looking like it had been dyed recently and her sharp gaze scanning every corner of the room.