Ghost นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hana looked at Daisy and asked, "Is that my phone?" Daisy was like a dying fish, nodded, “listen.” Hana took the phone and pressed the button to listen but took upside, “Hello, who are you? I don’t know you. Go” Hana turned it off. Don’t forget to scold “crazy.” Hana took the phone with two fingers. Fell it on the table, covered in water. Daisy glanced Hana through the bottles of wine, her mumbling voice “It’s out of order.” Hanna slapped Daisy's shoulder, “Wake up and drink more. Humans will die soon or late, what about things?”

She called out, her voice echoing eerily in the vast emptiness. "Ghost?" she whispered, her voice barely a sound. A chuckle, low and sardonic, filled the darkness. Then, a single figure emerged from the shadows. Tall and shrouded in darkness, its face hidden beneath a hood, this was Ghost.

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 h

I smile at the thought of calling Francis tonight to tell him about this, tell him about how I'd gone out on my own and made it back safely. ​We make it past two more of my mental checkpoints, with only three more left before my apartment complex. I turn a familiar corner but stop immediately when the shadows completely swallow my vision, taking out any speck of light and leaving nothing but blackness in its wake. Sassy tugs at the leash, but I don't move, my heart plummeting to the bottom of my chest within an instant. Horror blooms inside at not being able to tell whether my eyes were open or closed.

Armed with a stick about a meter long and as thick as an infant’s arm, he searched, trembling as he moved ahead. And that was when he found it. It was two meters tall…and headless. A woman dressed in white, with two blurry green lights shining out from where her nipples would have been, just like the eyes of demons. A silent breeze billowed through the ghost’s dress, and the hem lifted and blurred almost along with the shrilly pitch of the woman’s cries. Florence’s terror intensified, and Javier could feel it without even needing to look at it. It felt like he was hugging a humanoid phone on vibration.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

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A distortion flickered, and the zombie vanished. It was gone. All that remained was the trembling wire in front of them. "Boss… What was that?" "A level six mental-variant zombie," Hayley said. A spark lit in her eyes. So it knew how to hide itself and strike from the shadows.

the mysterious being said to me in a forbidding whisper-like voice. “Wh-who are you,” I asked with fear lacing my words. The mysterious being slowly turned towards me and with a sarcastic smirk he replied, "I am a shell of the God I once was, my dear Gia. I have had many names, Hel, La Muerte, Shinigami, Psychopomp, and Thanatos. Many in North America know me as the Grim Reaper or just plain Death for short. In this moment, and under this demon’s rule, I am Thanatos.

If it is a prank I support my dad killing them both. As soon as Mr. Lorenzo knocks on the door I receive a text. I look at the phone and it's Rene. RENE: Going shopping then after we go to the spa. "Who's that?" Mom asks me. "Cole." I lie. Then I put my phone back in my pocket. Someone opens the door. An old man, I've seen him around. He's short, has long grey hair and he lives on his own. I think he. . . Oh my God, his grandparents were one of the first people to be killed by wolf hunters in Texas, if we're coming to him for vervain that means he knows vampires killed his grandparents. If he knows vampires exist why not say anything? Why not tell the pack?