Ghost Sickness Supernatural Novels & Stories

“Quick, absorb some Yang energy. Take a deep breath.” “...” Candice’s nose nearly got squashed. Her face twisted in pain. She jabbed his chest, “Can you stop joking around at a time like this? Don’t you think something’s off? Why didn’t they just start the activities after the dinner? Why send us to rest in our rooms? What’s going on here, can you figure it out?” Charlie cupped her face gently. “I figured it out.” “What?” Candice asked, nervous. “There are ghosts here,” he said seriously, his voice low and mysterious. “Maybe we’ll encounter a lot of supernatural events soon.”

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.

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

Levi gets all the attention, and I prefer it that way. “That doesn’t sound very convincing. Have you ever found ectoplasm left behind from this phantom or smelled sulfur?” “How the hell do you even know that? I thought you were a lycan?” Now, I’m sure Everly is hiding something. Why the hell would she know information on how to track or tell if a spirit was around. I know it’s general knowledge, but other supernaturals don’t tend to care about other supernaturals. Ghosts are supernaturals, but they are looked down upon because spirits aren’t meant to stay in the realm. Ghosts can be human or supernatural, but if they are supernatural, they don’t keep their abilities. Spirits belong to Death

She already suspected that the strange occurrences plaguing Samantha's group of friends were the work of something otherworldly, something malevolent. The thought sent a chill down her spine as she contemplated the possibilities: was this Mr. Hunt's doing, or perhaps a stroke of Samantha's bad luck? Jess couldn't rid herself of the nagging suspicion that their shared obsession—to open a gateway between the living and the dead—had released a power beyond their control. And she, for one, wanted no part in stealing such a mysterious grimoire to fulfill such stupidity.

In the end, they'll be reborn as babies again. "There's also a supernatural myth that spirits that should've reincarnated as animals accidentally wander down the path that allows them to reincarnate into human beings instead. Because of that blunder, they're cursed by the gods. Hence, they're known as the third type of ghost babies." After listening to Cassian's explanation, Brandon frowned in response. "It's already the 21st century, Cassian. Why are you still acting all superstitious?" Cassian replied, "It's better to remain skeptical of certain unexplainable things in life than outright deny their existence, Dr. Forrest."

When I stopped walking and looked at her, questioningly, she said, “Ghosts don’t have semen, right?” “Ghosts don’t have sex,” I replied. She vigorously shook her head. “That’s not true. I’ve seen plenty of ghost hunting reality shows that talk about demon ghosts that get women pregnant. I think they’re called an incubus.” My eyes went wild with concern and my heartbeat picked up speed. The mere thought of having had sex with a ghost was overwhelming. “Now, you’re scaring me for a change.” “We need to get to the bottom of this right away,” she nervously stammered.

I sat there for a long time, trying to digest everything. It turned out my ghost housemate used to be a legend at the company that I now worked at. I shut my laptop, my feelings all tangled up. I asked, "So, you're only stuck here because of the car accident… Is that it?" After a long silence, Ivy's voice echoed faintly in my head. It was soft and almost drifting. "It wasn't an accident." My heart lurched. Before I could ask anything else, her voice faded away.

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

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.