Ghost Next Door Novels & Stories

Just as l was staring, Alecia all of the sudden hooked her arm into mine and tugged me past them and into the house next door. John wasn't lying when he said it was a small party. It was nothing like ours from last night. There were literally less than twenty people here and most of them stayed in their own little groups. "John", Alecia beamed but while pulling me to him. "Where can two sexy ladies get a drink from around here?", She leaned forward and gave him a peck on his lips but she didn't pull her lips away quickly.

The way his father looked now—tired. They were fighting a ghost. They thought the ghost was locked in a cell at Bedford Hills. But ghosts didn't embezzle four million dollars. Ghosts didn't hire vans. "Mama said love is choosing to stay," Ethan whispered to the gray air. He looked at the rusted metal door. "I'm choosing." He walked through the gate. His sneakers crunched on the gravel. He walked up the concrete ramp. He didn't knock. He didn't have to. The door groaned. It swung inward, revealing a cavernous darkness that smelled of dust and expensive perfume.

I hid my identity as a Mafia heiress to live a quiet life. I never thought my new neighbors would be the ones to pick a fight they can’t win. I'd just gotten back from the gallery when my phone started blowing up. On the Nextdoor community forum, a woman named Brenda had @'d me. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow."

Ghost says, and I shake my head. “The only way he will find out is if one of us tells him, and that is not going to happen, so be cool and he won’t find out,” I say as we walk out of the gym where the fights take place. Ghost drives me home and as soon as I enter my apartment, I am greeted by Grace’s dog.

The stirges are dead, their beady red eyes all lying lifeless on the ground as my summons continue to annihilate them. After reaching the entrance of the nest, I don't stop and continue running through the tunnel of the nest. After turning and running all the way down the nest, I could finally see a clearance. Despite the pitch blackness, Ghost's sight allowed me to see everything clearly. Then I came across a crude wooden door, which was surprising. Perhaps there is someone on the other side of this door who can offer me the answers to my questions.

And why did it feel like she’d just brushed against something dangerous enough to destroy her? She unlocked her apartment with trembling fingers and stepped inside, leaning back against the door once it shut. Her chest rose and fell too fast as she tried to steady herself. This was ridiculous. He was just a neighbor. A rich, arrogant neighbor with an unsettling presence. Nothing more. Yet, even as she told herself that, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had already been noticed in a way she couldn’t undo. Next door, Caeldrin Blackwood stood in silence as the door clicked shut behind him.

She was used to quiet nights, stars, warm porches—not city rooftops, neon lights, and mysterious neighbors. Inside, the elevator hummed as it climbed to the tenth floor. Ruby watched the numbers light up one by one. Eight. Nine. She swallowed hard. Ten. When the doors opened, music hit them. Loud, pulsing, rhythmic. Not rude, not angry—just… wild. The hallway lights flickered red and gold compared to the calmer lights downstairs. Ruby stepped out carefully, clutching her backpack. At the far end of the hall, their new neighbor’s door was cracked open—just enough to spill voice, laughter, and music into the hallway like an invitation and a warning at the same time.

"Where are you staying now? You don't even have enough for a taxi, right? Need a lift?" Matthew sighed, telling Shirley to quit pretending to care. "I don't care if she walks or crawls back," he grumbled. Just then, a white Porsche SUV pulled up smoothly behind Matthew's car. Edwin stepped out and kindly opened the passenger door for me. He gave me a warm smile and asked if I had gotten the divorce papers sorted out. "All set? Hop in. I've got some organic honey and herbs, and my aunt's making some nice herbal tea back home," he said.

“Excuse me? And you’re just telling me now? Spill everything!” I sighed, trying to figure out where to begin. “His name is Evan. He lives next door to my aunt. We met on New Year’s Day when I was, uh… going to get water because the house ran out.” Rachel laughed. “Romantic. So, what’s he like?” “Honestly? He’s… different. He’s confident but not arrogant, and he has this way of making everything feel significant, you know? Like when he talks, it’s like he sees right through you.”

But behind a chipped green door, under a rusted sign that read MG Tailoring (Closed), was a narrow staircase. And beyond that? A café. Quiet. Dim. Full of mismatched chairs and the scent of roasted beans and old books. The walls were lined with sepia-toned photos of strangers—once somebody, now nobody. No questions were asked here. Half the city’s ghosts came to this place to breathe, to vanish, to wait. Zogo stepped inside alone. Outside, Finn, Jerald, and Brook remained near the car, alert but silent. He moved through the café like a shadow.....calculated and cold. No one looked up. That was the rule.