Ghost Storys Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Adrian realized that these individuals indeed harbored ulterior motives. Adrian expanded his awareness, and the sight before him left him speechless. The entire hall was now teeming with an array of ghosts and monsters. Among them were towering old men with only one eye, lanterns swaying on a single leg, malformed boys with just one limb each, women clad in white exuding a bone-chilling aura, and skeletal figures draped in human skin...

An actual ghost was standing in front of me, which means the ghost story was real and the only people I know to wear all-white outfits are ghosts. The ghost tried to touch me, but I moved backward and tripped over my luggage. To cut the story short, I landed on my butt. "Miss Hillary, are you alright?" The ghost asked me. The ghost could talk. I haven't seen Ghost Talk except in movies and novels, and they are not actual ghosts. "You..." I pointed to the ghost. "How are you talking right now?" I questioned the ghost.

She lightly out the glance on him and had to stop. That man was Gael. Gael Greyson. The person who died three months ago. She paused and looked at him rather confused. "You can see me right?" He took a step towards her making San took a step back. "I thought so." He walked towards her and lifted his hand as tried to touch her face but his passed through her. San suddenly felt scared. "But I can not touch you." He nodded. "G...Gh...Ghosttttt" San suddenly shouted as she ran towards her apartment. It was a ghost. It was definitely a ghost.

POV Millie Ghost is standing near the doorway. Is he the one on duty for tonight? “Millie.” The hideous man of a person says. “Um..what’s up?” I ask staring at the large scar that runs down his face. “Look Millie…” he says while scratching the back of his head. “I want to apologize for how badly I handled everything with you. I shouldn’t have reacted that way, I can tell you’re a good person, and uh..I don’t know…I think you need to see something on the third floor.” He says slumping his shoulder looking guilty. “What is it?” I ask cautiously. “It’s X..” he says with regret in his tone. “Is he okay?!” I ask frantically. “Yeah, yeah, he’s fine.” He says. I furrow my eyebrow

I take a deep breath and open the door, and step out into the hallway. I walk through and make my way to the dining hall. I pass pictures of the girls, both past and present. I stop looking at one in particular. The legend that was Ghost. Alessa Valentino. She is standing next to my grandma and a woman with baby pink curly hair, Candy. My grandma was younger back then. Ghost was a legend. She was found days after her parents were killed by the Bratva. Her aunty was the OG founder of the Mother’s Revenge, but as usual, not everything was as it seemed.

He stretched his hand for a handshake, and I took it. He has a firm grip, but his hands are cold, so fucking cold, just like Echo’s touch. “I am sorry to ask but are you a…” “Ghost? Absolutely.” He answered before I could even complete my questions, that explains why they can both see each other but does this mean that I can see all ghosts because I initially thought that I could only see Echo. “We met yesterday when she was sad and alone and we have been friends since then.” I feel terrible that I put her in that position, but I am glad she’s okay and she’s back. Adrian though, he is different. He is actually cooking, touching and holding things, how is that even possible.

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

Once they stepped outside, Lucas angrily threw the fake money on the ground. “Damn it! How dare they trick me?!” Meanwhile, I was secretly watching the whole scene and laughing my head off! … The following day, while Lucas was sleepy, I pretended to speak casually and said, “I heard there’s a big bag of money near the third pillar at the lakeside gazebo. It’s about to get ruined in the water.” When he jolted awake, I slipped into the crowd unnoticed. Lucas excitedly told Zoe about the news. She hesitated a bit after yesterday’s fiasco, but he insisted, saying an opportunity like this would not come again. They had to go and check things out for themselves.

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

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.