Ghost Stories Dub Quotes Novels & Stories

The nape of his neck, which had felt normal before, now felt cold, like someone was blowing him from behind. "Lissa...," Edgar called softly. "What?" replied Elissa briefly. "You're not the one crying, are you?" "You didn't see I was tired after you chased me." "Then who's crying?" Elissa grinned. "It's the ghost. Who else?" "Lissa!" "What? It's true. The grim reaper said we're the new visitors. And it's still maghrib time. It's said that maghrib time is haunted. Maybe it wasn't a real grim reaper, but a real grim reaper."

He wasn’t cracking dry jokes with Nova, but he was engaging in our conversations and was throwing tidbits of information in here and there. Eventually, when we were sanitizing the cutting boards and readying the prep-station, he turned to me and flashed me a smirk that instantly set me on edge. “Last night, a little birdy told me something interesting.” My mind went blank. A little birdy? “You can talk to woodland animals too?” Nova cackled for what felt like several minutes. Sterling didn’t laugh, though I swore he wanted to. “He means a ghost. One of his dead confidants.” She explained.

Red mutters, nodding toward the bar. Ghost is hunched over, surrounded by empty glasses and fresh ones the guys keep shoving in front of him like they’re fueling a machine. He just stares into the amber liquid as if it personally offended him, muttering under his breath. I catch fragments: “three… curse… demons… disaster… fucking end of the world…” “He’s struggling,” Red says. “He’ll be fine,” I whisper, though even to my own ears it sounds halfhearted.

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.

Dangerous in the quiet‍, delibe‍rate way⁠ only certain p⁠eopl‍e can be. “M⁠rs. Hale?” she as⁠ke‌d. “Yes?” ‌She sm⁠ile‌d, and it‌ wasn’t kind.‌ “‌You don‍’t k⁠now me, but I knew your h‌u‌sband. A long time a⁠go.” M‌y heart gave a small, i⁠n‌stin‌ctive st⁠utter. “‌I see.” “T⁠ell him,” she said softly, “that ghosts do‍n’t sta⁠y buried fo‍rever.”

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.

Who exactly are you referring to? I sent the message, watching it deliver. Was this why the first message I received from this number kept coming back to my mind? Why do they keep asking stupid questions Ghost: I can see you are bent on pretending over here. Think I'm a fool? I fucking asked what lies he fed you about your best friend's death. Me: What stupid "he" are you referring to? You're not the only one upset here, I am. You just appeared in my DM talking about my late best friend, speaking in words I don't understand and you're telling me I'm pretending?

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-"

a warning voice, that's what I heard. The voice sounds familiar. I don't want to believe my guess is right. Behind me, that's where I turn my direction to. Behold, my late wife. How's that possible? But she's dead! Ghost? I don't believe in that myth A hallucination? Perhaps, it might be.

He did sex with his slaves until they couldn’t open their eyes. I had two spectres over my head but my experience with the Lingering still present made me immune to fear over ghosts. One was cold and mysterious with dull eyes. The other one was bright and energetic. However, the voices unmistakably belonged to teen girls. Were they dead? My senses gradually returned to me as my body fought against numbness. The best course of actions was to sleep again until the ghosts went away; I didn’t want to be stuck with another weirdo, the Duke was enough.