Ghost Teller Novels & Stories

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

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.

The dirt-digging wizards never reveal his trick. “She didn’t die in a boat accident; she died in an accident in a boat. Asphyxia by strangulation.” His eyes were laser-focused on the road. “Call Rain.” I dialed Rain’s number on his phone and put it on speaker. “Hey, big boy,” Rain’s sultry voice emitted from his phone. I cringe, but Ghost didn’t seem bothered by that pet name. “You’re on speaker, babe. We are gonna visit Benny’s therapist.” “Ah, bonjour, lover boy,” Rain teased.

Yucky. We finally asked the right question and he told us Mabel was alive. I killed someone a year ago but it wasn't her. She glamoured a human then ghosted her. Ghosting is illegal and punishable by death. Ghosting as it's called here is against the law for the simple fact it takes a life to be able to ghost then it takes another life when the ghoster reverts back to their own body. It is basically sucking the life out of one person so that their soul inhabits your body and keeps it alive while you transfer your soul into the vessel you've chosen to possess. It alters the vessel's appearance and changes their voice to give the illusion that it's you. If the vessel is killed or found out the

Shadow was still in the midst of creating something. “Because of the warning.” Nathan’s body eased up. It was at the end of the report but he was still alarmed. He couldn’t put his guard down until the end of the report. “Whoever dares to gaze at the Abandoned Estate will be eaten by the Ghost Eater,” Ibrahim concluded. Ghost Eater was the legend who killed the intruder of the estate and cut it into pieces before tossing them to the front gate. They called the executor a Ghost Eater.

“Can’t complain if they’re dead. I’m assuming you can’t speak to the dead, correct?” The same lip that twitched upward now curled in the echo of a snarl. Now that Ghost had earned himself a spot on her shit list, which from personal experience was not somewhere one wanted to be, she set her sights once more on me. “It was my idea to tell the press you were at a Swedish boarding school. Given your past behavior it was more than believable. Clever, no?” The jab from Ghost must’ve left her feeling particularly cruel because she chuckled. “How’s your stomach, squealer?”

“Tell them you have seen them, you have heard their message. Then ask them to leave.” She shook her head wildly. “I told you, they’re not like other ghosts, it won’t work.” “It will. They may be death omens, but they’re still just ghosts. They’re here to deliver a message, and they’ll keep haunting you until you tell them you’ve got it.” “Okay,” she said, biting her lip so hard that she drew blood.

Samantha's POV: Samantha Skylar Wright: I lay on the ground listening to a familiar voice. If what I think is true, a ghost of my best friend, Genelia, is haunting me during my stay in Hell. "Goodbye, Samantha." The visitor says and disappears. I am about to call out her name, when I notice the sound of a door handle shaking. I realize my current state. I stretch out my limbs as quick as I can. I'm getting out of here today.

“Don—you’re Ledger. Follow money from Saudi contractors to shell foundations to the idiot nephew who just bought a five-million-dollar townhouse for ‘study abroad.’ I want the human hand at the end of every wire.” Don’s smile was paper-thin. “My favourite game.” “Will—you’re Hands. Talk to ambos, ED triage nurses, morgue techs, not the press office. You’re looking for sudden spikes—panic attacks with tachycardia, sensory overload events, deaths coded as undetermined. The pill’s on the street; the street always talks before the reports do.” Will rose. “I’ll pack gum.” “Stacey,” Jack said, “you’re Ghost. You go under.”

Something wrong was going to happen. The Cafe, Countryside Narrator's PoV Emily stared as the old man made his way out of the Cafe. "He's a ghost", she said. "Really?" , Aubrey asked. "She doesn't know anything about ghosts", Jordan chuckled. "I do. I helped you banish a ghost", she pointed out. "In the form of a doll". Her phone started to ring. She looked around. "I'll be right back", she said. She picked the phone up. "I'm Joe Wolford's laywer"