Ghost Psychic Novels & Stories

Her hands repeatedly rubbed his kneecap to try to get him to settle down. She was a bit scared. Putting him under hypnosis was her idea. But seeing him like this afterward, it just might have been a bad idea. Words eluded Ghost as he buried his head between his legs, waiting for the trembling to stop. "Tell me. What did you see?" Dr. Studgens urged. "Werewolves." Ghost muttered. Just like the nightmares he's been having these past two weeks, his trance right now was the same. Don Carianno had given him a week off but he had taken two instead. To deal with his mental health and the insane nightmares that left him jacked up.

Then he heard himself again. "What about the strange cries almost every day and night in my head since I realized my mixed personality? What about the nightmares each time I closed my eyes? That same girl... That same girl... pale looking slender girl, crying for help with puffy eyes, trying to hide her heavy and sorrowful face with her torn old coat that seemed so thin and small compared to her. So scared that she had to hurt herself to release the pains in her heavy heart to speak. And how about the voice in my ears, that was always whispering, mate.. mate... or am I saying something else completely, and the way the light streamed through the frosted windows, and what about the shadows tha

She told Alexander about everything starting from her uncle's miserable mental health, the missing of Aunt Stella, the phone call she got with his number, her visit to the haunted house, the fakir's rescue, voices and growls of the monster which she often hears in her head. Alexander was speechless noting his 'would be' wife's mental health. He obviously did not believe in sorcery or black magic that Amara had talked about. No educated youth would believe in such sick practices. He decided to consult a psychitriast but was this entirely Amara's psychic sickness or indeed an evil power was looming around her? The growling voice he heard on the phone? Was it just an illusion?

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."

His head lolled, eyes glassy and unfocused, but he kept chanting, 'ghost, ghost, ghost,' like a fucking mantra from hell. Even when I slammed him back against the cold metal wall, the impact rattling the shelves nearby, he didn’t stop chanting. “Who is Ghost?” I snarled. “Look at me and tell me who the hell Ghost is.” His head lolled again, and his mouth kept moving, his voice hoarse and cracking. Spit drooled from his mouth to his chin, and his pupils were wide, staring through me. “Ghost… ghost… ghost…” My patience snapped. My hybrid senses were still buzzing from the Veil trace, and I couldn't wait for answers the usual way. Pressing my palm flat against his forehead, I pushed in, seeking

She replied softly. "Good, close your eyes." She followed my instructions as I placed my fingers on her temple, delving into her mind to access her memories of the massacre. As I relived the horror from her, I felt her fear and pain, transforming into tangible shadows that clung to me like parasites, feeding off my emotions. I forcibly shook them off and eliminated the summoned ghosts and shadows before conducting another thorough sweep of the memories, ensuring that no shadow remained in her mind, finally, I pulled out.

LORENZO’S POV The room was silent ... except for the furious clicking of my laptop keys. I had been buried in articles about rebirth, reincarnation, soul re-entry, spiritual tethering... basically everything that made me sound like I had joined a cult. My eyes burned from staring too long… but I couldn’t stop. There had to be something… some clue about what happened between me, Echo, and Adrian. One line caught my attention... In rare cases of attempted spiritual possession, the living host may experience physical disorientation, fever, or memory gaps following contact with a spectral entity of compatible frequency.

My 'disputed' abilities were all post-college employment, thank you very much. Did the ghosts possess me/tell me to do things? I was not possessed and, discounting sexual bondage and my current work venue, had never been possessed. From my limited exposure, ghosts wanted to not be alone in the afterlife – to be guided to a final resting place with others of their kind/family/friends. None had taught me languages, asked me to steal something, or kill anyone.

Pure shook her head: “I still don’t know the meaning of that weird dream, but I know the baby is crossbred of the phoenix and the unicorn.” “ Crossbreed?”- Lowen muttered: “This is so weird… I mean this can’t happen, I think they will never let a crossbred baby be born.” Rojana agreed, he analyzed seriously: “Unicorn and Phoenix are neither friends nor enemies, so this can’t happen.” “I know that can’t happen, but let’s see, Pure is never wrong, or maybe she is getting weaker..”- Erono said. “You mean I am weaker?” “No no!” said Erono. But Pure didn’t care too much about him, she told everyone to come to the meeting room, and wait for the others.

Alison said, not noticing my total lack of control, "how exactly do you know this? Silly us, we all thought Suzanne OD'd on something she couldn't handle and was hallucinating. Ghosts are a new theory." Part of me wanted to smack Alison for being such a smart ass, but Pain was more than able to take care of herself. "Because," she said to the former cheer squad leader, "my grandmother is a psychic." She let it sink in before adding the smug kicker. "And so am I." I almost jumped I was so focused on what she said. Was it true? "Really?" Beth seemed truly fascinated as she leaned closer, eyes wide, total focus on our Goth friend.