Ghost Reading Book Novels & Stories

She flipped the page. There was something beneath it. A page she didn’t remember writing. But the ink was hers. The words were hers. And yet > “The one you forgot didn’t forget you.” “You buried blood, not the mind behind it.” “Check the mirror. The real ghost is the one still watching you breathe.” Her hand shook. She closed the book. CUT TO: DARK ROOM – UNKNOWN LOCATION Rafael stood before an old mirror. Shirtless. Scarred. Reassembled.

They felt velvety and dewy as they pressed against my warm palm. We both froze for a moment. I quickly retracted my hand, while Cecily's eyes flitted about evasively. The tips of her ears turned pink. I was still flustered when Professor Kelley's voice rang out. "Hurry up and come inside."

As time went on I busied myself with stocking a fresh set of newly released stack of books near the counter as I straightened them in a way that would get the customers attention. As i worked and cleaned my mind keeps shifting back to him. Still rattled from his disappearance last night, I mean I should be scared he’s not human his ghostly disappearance confirmed that but still I wasn’t.. Even now a part of me still anticipates his presence, it’s like I could feel him here.. If he’s here, he’ll show himself. He always does. I’m halfway through adjusting a crooked row of paperbacks when the temperature shifts and It drops just enough to make my fingers pause against the spine of a book.

That beautiful voice, distorted by pain and surprise. Mom. My eyes go wide as it all comes back; the pain, the sorrow, the hurt. The tears begin to flow as the ghost hurries to its destination. I can remember every detail now; the way those creatures had searched him... when his eyes turned a frightening red... He finally reached me, barely more than a breath of air, charging towards my chest. However, the ghost bounced back, my body suddenly surrounded by a strange glow. What is it? It's green and shiny, like the emerald on my ring, almost like one of those auras I've heard about in fantasy books.

the voice continued, and a shiver ran down my spine as I realized that it was emanating from the large, old book laid out on the table before us. As Aunt Agatha guided me to a chair and seated me, my eyes were drawn to the book, its pages glowing with a deep purple hue that seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy. As my fingertips brushed against the weathered cover of the Book of Shadows, a surge of energy coursed through my veins, sending shivers down my spine. It was as if the very essence of the book pulsed with ancient power, alive and vibrant beneath my touch. "What... what is this?" I whispered, my voice barely audible in the hushed confines of the cottage. But the book remained sile

I’m not going to see anything sitting, so I get up. “Hello,” I say again, because it’s obvious someone’s in here, but why the hell are they not answering? “Is anyone here?” I move forward, but slowly. I still hear the pages moving. Then I remember that vampires are extremely fast. Someone is in here. I stop when I see a large book on the floor; the pages are moving, but no one’s moving the pages. It’s almost like someone invisible has control of the book on the ground. But who? What the hell is happening here?

But the images kept bleeding through, sharp and fast, like shards of broken glass: * A lock clicking on the outside of a door. * The muffled sound of her own voice begging. * Laughter, low and cruel, in the next room. Emily pressed her palms hard against her eyes until the pressure blotted it out. She wasn’t ready. Not yet. ________________ “Too loud in there?” She dropped her hands, startled. Ghost had appeared at her side, silent as always, moving like smoke. He didn’t sit, didn’t hover. Just leaned against the wall a few feet away, arms folded.

“How poetic.” “What do you want?” Her eyes flicked toward the pack house. “Only to warn you. They’re whispering again. Some say Zac’s spirit still lingers. That he’s… watching.” I felt the blood drain from my face. “Don’t start this.” “I’m not starting anything,” she said, stepping closer. “You’re the one pretending ghosts don’t follow you.” “There are no ghosts,” I said firmly. Her smirk deepened. “Maybe. But you and I both know some sins don’t die easy.”

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

Sitting down comfortably on my bed was the moon lady. I became light-headed and with a scream, landed on the floor with a loud thud, feeling so much pain coursing through me. "What do you want?" I whimpered. "I'm sorry for what just happened. Please, Ghostwriter, I need your help." "What!" My heartbeat hastened. "Please calm down. I know you must have questions about what killed me and how I knew I was gonna die." "Please leave me alone," I retorted, pulling the sheet to cover myself.