Ghost Psychic Novels & Stories

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

He never touched me again after that but then turned to physically abusing my mother. I’m a hybrid: half-human, half-ghost. Like shifters, I have a human counterpart, and then I can shift to what I like to call my phantom counterpart. I become translucent, I can fly, I have telekinesis, electrical manipulation, I can communicate with spirits, and I can use spirit magic which means I can summon spirits at will and control them. Some of this I can do in my human form, but it’s harder to maintain and control.

She wasn’t sure if she should be happy or unhappy about it. Not up to facing whatever it was, she closed her eyes and prayed it would go away while Mitch continued with his recapitulation of the events leading up to his meeting and falling in love with Alana. He rambled on, completely unaware that his audience was only half listening. She finally let her eyes comb the room for the intruder. It was only a matter of seconds before she spotted him. The old ghost was back. She wasn’t sure if ghosts were telepathic, but she sent him a message to leave anyway. Whether he heard her thoughts or simply felt it was time to go, she wasn’t certain. Whatever the case, she gave a sigh of relief as she wat

"It terrifies me and I didn't want to bother you with this." Alex stood and moved to sit on the other side of Gina. "It's going to be okay." I was surprised by the amount of promise in Alex's voice. "You sound so sure," Gina sniffled. Alex smiled. "I am because some people are born with the ability to see spirits. The spirits worry them to call upon them so they can exist on this astral plane." "But I couldn't see them when I was a human. May says she thinks it's my gift after I became a vampire."

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

Oscar grinned and studied me with a bit more care than I was comfortable with. “Do you believe in the paranormal?” he asked. I shrugged. “I believe in ghosts and such.” He had a hint of sincerity in his voice as he asked, “Just ghosts?” “She has some kind of psychic ability,” Kenzie offered. When I shot her a look of disapproval, she quickly added, “But, she doesn’t like to talk about it or use it.” “Why not?” he asked with surprise.

“Yes. Three weeks ago. When everyone had left, I saw the buckskin ghost again. It was in the same place, going through the same movements. I tried to communicate, but it was unable to. It was just a thing, a spiritual animal, given brief form.” Three weeks ago, Jon mused. After we started the new game. Out loud he said, “What do you mean, animal?” “If the forms they appear in are influenced by us, by our expectations, then what it actually might be is a fleeting wisp from a realm where life has no physical form. So trying to talk to it would be like attempting a dialogue with a mosquito or an eel. It just can’t be done.” “It sounds like the ghost of an old frontiersman, not some wisp.”

“Well, apparently, I can’t say anything about that.” There was tensed silence for a moment, one ragged breathing to the other echoing in between the whispers of the wind until Perry cleared her throat and broke it at once. “I’m a psychic, Hera,” started Perry, cracking her fingers. “I have a psychometric ability. Anything I touch I can read. It’s designed and a lot easier in object since they don’t have complex thoughts. They only had the memory of the ones who touched them. A human, on the other hand, is a different story. As you will soon found out, using this takes both the user’s and the host’s energy. Depending on the depth of my reading, we may, in a worst-case scenario, well consider

she went back to the gap looked at the stars as she talked to herself. she wished her life was perfect like what the neighbors thought of it. she went down on her knees and pleaded before going to bed. Baraka, the boy living subsequent house to mercy, was at the dining table by himself, his parents were out on a business trip as usual. after he’s done with his meal, he went to bed, took his phone and called mercy to say goodnight. ‘‘I can bill the gloom in your speech even from the phone, so what’s going on with you?’’ baraka commanded

I'm sure it'll be strange for me. "Tsk! Please don't ignore me!" The boy finally lost his patience and moved one of the neatly parked bicycles. 'He has the ability to move things!' What have you done, Ellice? This spirit is a bad one! That's not something a typical ghost can accomplish; I need to get out of here right now!' I thought. "Ahh!" As soon as I saw the bike move, I screamed. I attempted to be as normal as possible. I dashed for the exit, passing him on my way out. I turned around as I approached the exit but unintentionally met his stare.