Ghost On The Titanic Novels & Stories

It was a lot to take in. I needed a long time to process it all. My ghostly roommate was actually a legendary former employee of my own company. I closed my laptop with mixed emotions. “So… did the accident trap you here?” After a long silence, Nathaniel’s voice echoed softly in my head. It was faint, almost hazy. “It wasn’t an accident.” My heart dropped. Before I could ask for details, the voice vanished. The next few days at the office were quiet.

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.

Elowen screamed, then looked around wildly, her voice trembling as she muttered, "Ms. Ghost, if you’re still safe, respond to me…" She waited and waited, but the familiar cold presence never returned. Her heart felt as if it had plunged straight into an abyss. Her body went limp, sliding down until she collapsed onto the floor. Lucien saw her reaction and immediately knew that the ghost had truly disappeared. He burst into loud laughter, cold and hollow, like a wraith crawling up from hell. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "See that? Your lover was sent to hell by your own hands. This is all because of you."

Seras takes one look at me and her eyes go full orange. Seras: “Who do I need to burn?” Celeste (hoarse laugh): “Myself, apparently.” Kayo’s tails flicker visible for half a second. Kayo (soft, dangerous): “The Forty-Eighth made contact.” Not a question. We don’t go home. We go downstairs. The Ohio Club basement is packed even at 2 a.m. Ghosts part like water when they see my face. Al Capone is behind the bar, polishing a glass that doesn’t exist.

A hand snakes around my waist and it takes a few seconds for me to realize Ash is speaking to me. ". . . relax, it's alright, please." I focus on his face as his words finally break through my consciousness. "Is. . ." I lick my dry lips. "Is her ghost still there?" "I'm right here, sis." Tanya's ghost says from right behind me. This time, I'm not able to take it as the cold hands of oblivion wrap around me and enfold me in their arms. * ". . . going to do?" ". . . appeared that way."

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.

If you have any information, please inform us immediately. Patrick was so shocked by the news that his phone slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the floor. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Lily as he demanded, "Lily, did you hear what they just said?" Lily’s face turned deathly pale. Her gaze flickered in fear as she stammered in a weak and trembling voice, "Mr. Hart, Madam… Madam is… dead." Before she could finish, Patrick kicked over a chair in rage. "Go investigate immediately! Find out exactly what happened!"

UNKNOWN’S POV: The door mounted the wall like the gate of hell, pulling Ghost to the room like a black-hole. Except, it was a tomb with a man tethered between life and death. Medical titans and science fanatics prepared for his awakening. They said his chances were minimal, defying the bounds of biology, and almost impossible. But Ghost’s optimism was solid, like a bull’s eye Ghost’d hit with eyes closed, because if Ghost could survive. Then, he wouldn’t be any different.

Ghost said simply. ________________ The two of them ended up outside, the night cool and still. The row of Harleys glimmered under the pale light, silent sentinels. Ghost lit a cigarette, the flare briefly illuminating the scars across his face. He studied Rhett for a long time before speaking. “You killed him.” Rhett stiffened. “You don’t know that.” Ghost’s gaze never wavered. “I don’t have to. I see it in your eyes. Once you’ve taken a life, you don’t hide it from someone who’s done the same. It leaves a mark, boy. Not on your skin. On your soul.”

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”