Ghost Psychic Novels & Stories

"Same as you. Didn't know if everyone saw things differently or not." "No, thankfully." "Would it be bad if someone did see something that wasn't there or unusual?" I open the door to the building, wanting to get this class and this day over with. She pauses, frowning. "Yeah, I suppose it's possible but it's not a good sign." A sick sensation punches me in the stomach. "What do you mean?" "That the person could be susceptible to spirits. Like a hijinks- spiritual possession." Is that what nearly happened to me? Or the dream last night? We enter the building, making our way down the hallway to a room stuffed with desks and students pulling out their textbooks.

“There are people in need of your special skills in cleansing their homes and selves from spirits, ghosts, poltergeists, discarnate spirits, and even demons. That is why you are gathered here even more than letting Isabella fill you in about January. I have been quietly doing this most of my life, but I need you guys to help me. Except for Joseph, you are about to graduate from one segment of your life and into the next chapter. This next chapter began with what we encountered in Isabella’s house, but that was just an introduction in a way. You can examine some of my cases if you want, or you can wait for the next ones to come up.” “You get calls about this?” Jessica asked. “Nearly every wee

What are you trying to prove, I'm a real ghost and you see me now, of course, you don't fantasize or imagine anything, I've been chasing you since you came here. sera said in a trembling voice, how can I see you now. I don't understand? And the reason why you are chasing me is not enough what is happening with me for a ghost to chase me as well This is really what was missing me and my mind that this thing is a big curse happen to me I think someone did black magic on me so that all this thing happens to me but I don't have people in my life that they do to me Black Magic.

"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

He asked in disbelief, “Mr. Yarde, you wouldn’t know how to communicate with the spirits too, would you?” He had heard that some people were born psychic and could see what others could not see. They could even communicate with ghosts and spirits if they mastered such magic. It was just that he had never seen one. Kayson shook his head. “I don’t know how to do that, but I have a Soul-guiding Charm that can summon his spirit.” Before Chase could ask more, Kayson drove all of them out. Shyla still seemed to be angry about what Kayson said the previous night as she sneered. “He might just be afraid that he’ll fail and doesn’t dare let us watch.”

Their voices were always heard by Roxanne, but she didn't expect the number of undead to be so numerous. Roxanne went from a state of fear to a state of helplessness as she watched the spirits scramble to play Ouija. Roxanne was not an ordinary girl. She had the ability to see ghosts after an accident at the age of twenty-two. Roxanne not only lost all her memories but was also gifted with eyes that can see ghosts. She heard people say that she was an orphan. Eating, studying and all expenses were the things Roxanne has to take care of herself.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

I remembered section two of page three quite well, which stated that discussions about supernatural beings were prohibited in the house. “That’s ridiculous,” Zoe scoffed. “We’re werewolves, which are a type of supernatural creature, yet they can’t handle having some ghost talk in the house.” “I also find it quite strange,” I declared silently. Being a half-witch myself, I possess a certain awareness of the spiritual realm. However, I didn’t experience the scalp-tingling sensation that I usually get when encountering ghosts. Rather, I felt a sense of familiarity with the ghost I saw earlier. Before I could finish my sentence, Agnes interrupted me. “Shut up. Take her back to the mansion.”

I whispered, my words slipping through the air like a sharp blade. Her face paled, and her hands trembled as the realization washed over her. Samantha, the ghost from our past, a specter we had long thought banished to the depths of forgotten memories. Yet here she was, resurfacing like a vengeful spirit, intent on wreaking havoc upon our fragile existence. I moved swiftly, my hands still feverishly gathering our belongings, tying up loose ends. It was a race against time, against the shadow that loomed ominously over us. I refused to let Samantha's malicious intent extinguish the fragile flame of hope that burned within our hearts.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.