Ghost Psychic Novels & Stories

“The question is if it really matters.” I joined Brett’s surprise at her words. She smiled. “There’s a lot of debate around what ghosts actually are. Are they what’s left of a person’s energy or are they actual souls? If they’re souls, it makes sense to hurry to help them move on. But I’m inclined to agree with my mentor’s theory, that they’re the remaining of people’s egos, not their soul.” “You lost me,” I said.

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.

Irene trails off. "I categorise you as the purple one because you actually are able to interact with ghosts, your potential is just... locked away, I guess you could say?" Kai clarifies, pointing to a square connected to the purple stickman. "You have the rare blood that spirits go batshit over and now they're attracted to you. Not to mention you told me you felt the spirit stalking you all morning which means you now can sense spirits, or maybe you were always able to but no spirits have ever gotten close enough to you for you to sense it."

Fucking walk faster, slaves"! He said, wiping the woman next to him. I flinched at how much she was wiped. And, I'm beginning to think I'm a ghost. It's said that you can't see ghosts with the naked eye as they are spirits. Or probably, it's too dark to see I'm there. I didn't know why or how I suddenly became bold as I stretched forth my hand to touch one of them. But, I wanted to be sure if I really passed away as a result of the pain. So, as I tried touching the person nearest to me, expecting to touch her, instead, my hand passed through her as if I were dead. "Am i really dead"? I asked myself, my heart picking up race. I tried over and over again, each time my hand just went through th

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

He replied, "How the ghost died and encountered the system is irrelevant. No matter how stupid it sounds, the ghost is already a half-host. For sure, it's looking for a vessel so it can complete its missions and then take revenge. The problem is, it is currently inside your friend's mind." If the people in the room were not immoral hosts, they might have lost their wits and calm at this point. It was probably a good thing for each of them that they had been dealing with things impossible to process through normal brains. They easily accepted the situation and understood its severity.

asked Jovan. "What? You can't see anything, but feels weird?" "Uhuh. I can't see them clearly, but I can feel the differences between at noon and at night." "Well, I don't see anything. Not yet," Alka turned to his right and Jovan followed him. They went to the stairs to the third floor. "Anyway... Why did you plunged into the psychic world?" "I found out that sometimes there are cases that only can be solved with the help of the victim from the other world. Don't you think so? You've a case like that right? When a spirit got inside you and blurted out about how she died?"

“It just doesn’t make sense. Besides, well… we were tired last night. Maybe we imagined it, or something like that.” “You can’t both have the same hallucination. That’s impossible,” Alex replied, his voice firm but steady. Scarlett crossed her arms, nervous and confused. “I just can’t believe it… I really can’t. It’s just… I don’t know…” Alex stepped closer and gently took her hands. “Look into my eyes, Scarlett,” he asked in a whisper. She lifted her gaze, still full of doubt—and then she saw it. Alex’s eyes glowed an intense, unnatural green, something supernatural, as if she were getting lost in his stare, drawn in and terrified at the same time.

I now suddenly realize that I said that out loud " Who are you talking to?" She stares at me weirdly "Do you see them too?" I' wear a confuse expression "see what too?" She leans closer to me and whispers ''spirits" "You mean like ghosts?" She shakes her head "Yes..yes ghosts" "Wait you mean, you see them?" She nods frighten I think to myself 'That's strange I thought I was the only one' Tommy respondes "so did I" ''Hey, Tori why don't you come with me and maybe-"

The only sound I hear is my heart beat and the creaking sounds of rodents "Burly where are you?" I called out to her. Burly and I share a very special connection. If she hear my voice I know she would come running to the direction of my voice. I opened my mouth to call out again when I heard what sounded like a footstep. My pulse ramped up. "Burly is that you?" I have heard stories of evil spirit and ghosts lurking in the woods but I never believed it. Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******