Ghost Number 13 Novels & Stories

“And if I get possessed, then make sure to get a good exorcist for me.” He smiled, “It won’t lead to that.” he placed me back on the floor and pressed a tight kiss on my forehead, “Give me five minutes.” Suddenly, he bit into his arm, drawing out some blood and applied the blood on my spine. He explained, “The ghosts possession point is the spine. My blood has holy water in it. It would keep them away for longer.”

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

Of her heart continued walking through its alarming frantic beating, she might discover herself suddenly dead from a heart attack. " My name is Zach and my memories are foggy, that is the only thing I can remember about myself. " the ghost replied " What are you doing here. " Maisie asked " I don't know. One minute I was seating in a food court the next I was here. " the ghost shrugged as he settled down back on the couch which he got up from when the owner of the house he was staying in shouted that he should show himself. She straightens as she continues her questioning. " what are you. "

Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return! SEE live on stage: Johnny Alucard—a zombie nightmare with hex appeal! SEE buckets of blood! SEE a live murder! Triple feature shriek show starts at sundown Oct. 31. Stage show at midnight. Moonlite Drive-in HWY 139 at north county road. $5.00 per car—bring your friends, you’ll be afraid to go home alone! Something about this—something I knew I should remember. It floated at the edge of my memory, then it was gone like a passing cloud. I folded the flyer into my jacket pocket and went inside.

Devin whispered. I furrowed my brows. “What notice?” “This.” He showed me a one-fourth white index card and a message was written on it in dark violet ink. I am coming for the Spider’s Eyes during the night of the waning crescent. I would appreciate it if you would come and play with me, but I guarantee you, little detectives, I am not your ordinary thief. – Ghost Hand A ghost winking and with a laughing smile holding out a high-five was drawn right beside the signature of his name. I smirked as I recognized the insignia.

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

"How much do you know about ghosts, Sam Holiday? You're the first man in decades not to run screaming from me. Usually, I spend my manifestation time hiding from the inhabitants of the house. You're the first one who hasn't been frightened." He shrugged. "I've seen a few. I know there are different kinds of hauntings. Some ghosts are really just...echoes, I guess, of some traumatic event. Those just repeat the same actions over and over, which rules you out since we're having a lucid conversation. Others are spirits who've chosen, for good or evil, to remain on this plane for some reason, whether it's protecting their descendants, guarding a sacred site or seeking revenge. Finally, there's t

"Usually when someone comes in, their relative is just dead. I have a ghost messenger look into it, get some basic personal information and let the seeker know that their loved one or whatever has passed on. I've never heard of a human looking for a deceased who's a vamp. I checked the websites, and there wasn't any real precedent." "It's okay," Shamira said. "You're the one, aren't you?" Gayla said with a nervous smile. "You look like her." "No way," Shamira said. "Samantha got all the looks in the family, but thanks for saying it. Ouch!" she added, rubbing her arm where Clara had just smacked her, rolling her eyes all the while.

I don't see the possibility of things becoming okay because I have never heard of a situation where a ghost came back to life but I have seen in movies where someone became a ghost because they had some unfinished business and after that is sorted out, they vanished and I think that might be my situation, I just need to figure out what my unfinished business is. "Thanks so much Enzo for all your support and help." I said truthfully just as he pulled up by the gate. "You have to input the passcode, it's 0808. That's my birthday." I pointed out as he punched in the pin and the gate opened up. "Wow, eight of August. It's a few months away, hopefully we would have figured out your situation by t

"Elias, she’s so hungry." "She’s gone, Clara! That isn't her!" I shouted, though I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince. That was three nights ago. Since then, the haunting has turned aggressive. We tried to sleep in the living room, but the smell followed us—the cloying, sweet scent of lilies mixed with something sour and metallic. We found tiny, damp handprints on the glass of the television. They weren't made of dirt. They were gray, smudged traces of something that looked like ash and formaldehyde.