Ghost Number 13 Novelas e Histórias

- Accepted 324. The massive building of semicircular shape aspired to the black sky with its entire height of twenty floors. Lanterns illuminated the frame lattice of the supporting beams, completely showing the bare facade of the future house. The concrete innards gaped in impenetrable darkness - an ideal place, hidden from prying eyes. Brook-ta-man fastclimbs up the stairs. Labyrinths of concrete in total darkness would confuse anyone, but not a vampire, he is dark, his night is Wednesday. Black boots of soft leather kicked up small clots of dust and cement. Every step is a small cloud. The vampire stopped on the thirteenth floor. Here, in a small open hall with concrete pillars, several s

“I’m so sorry.” “It’s the spirits in this house,” she adamantly said. “They’re a strong lot and they’re influencing everyone in this house. I’m sure of it.” “How many are left?” “I’m guessing four, but I could be wrong. There could be more. I have a fairly good idea about the incubus and the witch who’s been messing with me. Then there’s Melissa and the shadow man.” “Shadow what?”

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

I guess it was safe to say last night was really wild since he is a man that loves role-play. “Bloody Hell! Ghost!” he shouted and ran back inside. See? I told you Come on Harper this ain’t a way to greet your friend that came back from the dead He picked up his phone and dialed. “911, what’s your emergency”, came the response through the phone. “There is a ghost in my house!” I opened the door and came inside laughing at him. I was so enjoying this. “Excuse me sir, could you repeat what you just said?”

in the evening when Angela and her daughter returned, they found the whole family seated at the living room waiting for them. They looked at them eagerly, it was scary to them, strings of thoughts ran through their mind, where have we gone wrong? What have we done? Angela breathed out loud, her heart beat faster, it could barely be heard by someone next to her, she folded her hands in fear tried to get words out of her mouth, but couldn’t, she had never been that scared in her life before. She was not ready to lose the battle yet, she was willing to do anything just so she could stay and make them pay for her misery.

I hissed. “That looks like a painful memory” A strange voice said, I turned around and saw A unfamiliar man with pure silver hair, the same color as Logans but not as long and not as pretty. Memory? My eyes scouted this strangers face, he must have been in his late thirties, early forties “Who in the hell are you?” “Just a ghost” “What do you want, Ghost?” I sneered. “I’m busy Looking for someone” “You’re not going to find him here in the in-between pup”

I watched in awe as the figure spoke, its voice echoing through the night. "Two more hearts! Two more hearts and my vengeance is complete," the ghostly figure proclaimed, its words chilling my bones. The urgency in its tone sent a shiver down my spine as if a dire warning was being conveyed. "It's almost too late," the figure continued, its voice filled with a sense of impending doom. "The days of the shapeshifters are here, and the blood moon approaches. Destiny will draw you to this point in the coming days." Before I could utter a word, the ghostly figure dissipated into thin air, leaving me standing there, consumed by a mix of confusion and anxiety. The weight of its message hung heavily

“Yes, but we work together not apart. We have to learn to work together. I know we didn’t always get along, but during my NDE, I was shown things…and they are hard to explain, but you’re going to have to trust me, mom.” “Yeah, you have to learn to trust our little medium now.” Linda smiled. “Speaking of that.” Isabella began to eat. “We have a ghost in the house.” “What?” Her mother almost got up and left. “I thought so.” Linda smiled. “Let me guess…um…a young girl?” “Yeah, and I’ve seen her twice now.” “What? I don’t know about this…” Her mother almost got up again, but Linda held her down. “Listen to your daughter.”

He opened and turned pages and finally stopped at a specific page. "Is this what it looked like?" He asked, pointing at a ghostly image on the book page. "Yes. They can't be eliminated, two guards are already dead and their faces were blue.. icy blue. Samuel is attempting to hold them off but I doubt he can," "They are cathas, spirits of the forgotten. They were offended. Someone must have done something to wake them, cathas don't appear unless their resting place was disturbed by someone, and the person is usually from the place they appeared. '' Said Robert.

Was she dead? All this explains why the bus didn't stop, people didn't reply to her when she waved. They couldn't see her, that was why she was found in the cemetery. Austin stared at her and took a step back, this revelation alone almost blew up his mind. She was with a Ghost? Why can he see a ghost? "Oh my God," he muttered with his voice shaking, he ran past his brother and went into his room. He locked his door quickly, trying to stop Tasha or his brother from getting in.