Ghost Number 13 Novels & Stories

She said, but the case was crystal clear. "No, am serious about this Henry needs your help." "Thats a lie." "No its true." "I believe her, she's telling the truth. That ghost still hasn't crossed over to the other side in almost three hundred years." Charles second said. "I agree. We must leave for Greenville." Another says. Melanie also agreed to know more. "The Star Gazers has tracked down a couple of ghosts and found them heading to the west. Normally I wouldn't suspect them, but none has crossed over to the other side and to top it all, Zonal Coordinators has gone missing."

“Baby Zetty, hurry up and tell me what happened to my body.” Baby Zetty said, “Someone is controlling your Thirteenth Ghost Pressure Points using medication. The Thirteenth Ghost Pressure Points are the pressure points for emotional control. The culprit must know about your weak pressure points because he or she knows that the Severe family has a history of serious physical impairments. That person has blocked your Ghost Palace, Ghost Letter, Ghost Base, Ghost Heart, Ghost Road, and other pressure points using medication. That’s why you aren’t feeling well right now.” Baby Robbie looked at Jens emotionally and asked, “Is Baby Zetty right?”

The Epiphyllum had already bloomed, and the white flowers were gorgeous. But the crying sound of the bamboo grove took her attention away. "Ice guy, is there really a ghost in that yard?" "Little fool, there are no ghosts in this world, only people have ghosts in their hearts." Said Zac as he put his arm around her shoulders. "I heard that the ghost's real body was the brain waves. After a person died, the brain waves floated in the air. If someone had the same frequency with it, you could see it." Said Hazel seriously.

It body got drained of blood, has no leg to move but rather moves through the air, it head was of the exact shape of a skeleton. I couldn't control my feet anymore for the speed exceed that of Usain Bolt athlete. As I tried to run inside the house, she was right behind me just as I read it in the Black Cults book that ghost in Tortuga are faster than any human. She almost entered the house with me but Sorcerer pointed a stalf at her, casting the spell, "INCENDIO" with wide range of fire coming out. And then she vanished.

However, everything just took a turn and went for the worst as my blood immediately left my body, replaced with ice coursing through my veins as I read the message from an unknown number. ‘I see, you have a visitor.’ It was him. My phantom. He was watching me.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

My phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Not Sonia worrying— just the news blowing up over the fireworks she'd planned for Pierre's birthday. I got home at dawn. Light still on. Sonia passed out on the couch. Was she waiting for me? Five years together, and it was always her coming home drunk. I used to call nonstop, scared she'd end up in a ditch. Used to make ginger tea, worried her stomach couldn't take the booze. She'd told me she hated that.

Dante muttered beside me, already pulling out his phone. The blue glow of the screen lit up his face as he dialed rapidly, stepping aside and barking into the phone. "What the fuck is going on? Kill that signal now. Now!" But no matter how many calls he made, the masked man didn't vanish. He only flickered on the screen every now and then. "My name..." the man announced. "Is Ghost." "And I mean no harm…if you just listen." I frowned, confused. But for some reason, I still listened. There was some kind of mystery around this "Ghost" that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say.

She seems to be simply shinning, something between the two of them, they just seem so much happier now that everything has happened. “Natalie?” I ask quietly, which succeeds in getting her attention. “Yes Lyrica?” “How many monsters were there?” She looks up at me and I see the happiness that was in her eyes start to dull before she reply’s. “Nine, there was only nine, but it felt like hundreds.” “Nine seems like a weird number to send, you think the master would at least send an even number.” “Yeah that’s what I thought too.” She glances around the room scanning for any monsters that might be hiding in the shadows waiting to attack.

Alice had always been a thorn between us—sharp, immovable, impossible to ignore or remove. I looked at Grayson now and wondered: if he knew I was dead, would he feel relieved that he was finally free of me? Grayson's phone rang. He answered it, not bothering to put it on speaker. I drifted closer, curious. Could it be someone calling to report my death? I studied his face intently, waiting to see his reaction when he learned I was gone. But when I glanced at the screen, I froze. The caller ID displayed my name. The voice that came through the line was unmistakably mine.