Ghost Teller Novels & Stories

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

I pulled out my phone and scrolled to the newest name on my contacts list. Ghost. The hacker who’d sent me the anonymous warning email. Your protector isn’t who you think. At the time, I thought they were talking about Cole. Now… I wasn’t so sure. Maybe they meant someone else. Someone bigger. Someone with more power and more shadows around him. My father. I tapped the contact. A chat window opened with a single blinking cursor. Me: I need information. Now. I waited. Five seconds. Ten. The typing bubble appeared. Ghost: Took you long enough.

"But so will the crowds. It’ll be a mess." "A mess is what we need," Jax said. "Silas Hale needs shadows, so we’re going to give him a spotlight." Jax hit the final key. Across the Mission District, thousands of phones chirped at the same time as people in bars, in their beds, and walking home in the rain all looked at their screens: URGENT: SILAS HALE SPOTTED AT PIER 70. THE GHOST IS REAL. WATCH LIVE.

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.”

I was going to walk out quietly, i don't even need ice cream anymore. "His name is ghost no body knows his real name" he continued and now i need to listen, I'm too curious to just leave now. "He took my pet from me, i know she belonged to him for a while. Kill him and be over with it" Kill him, he just asked for whoever he's talking with to kill ghost... I can't let them just kill ghost, i can't let them even hurt ghost!! I touched my necklace the one with mine and daddy's voice on it.

She said, but the case was crystal clear. "No, am serious about this Henry needs your help." "Thats a lie." "No its true." "I believe her, she's telling the truth. That ghost still hasn't crossed over to the other side in almost three hundred years." Charles second said. "I agree. We must leave for Greenville." Another says. Melanie also agreed to know more. "The Star Gazers has tracked down a couple of ghosts and found them heading to the west. Normally I wouldn't suspect them, but none has crossed over to the other side and to top it all, Zonal Coordinators has gone missing."

I slowly removed the gag from his mouth and the first thing he whispered was, " they will kill me and my family if I tell you anything." "What do you think I am going to do right now, hun?" I replied. He thought for a moment, crying as tears poured from his eyes and snort from his nose. Then he started to talk. "The man you're looking for is known as the ghost. You don't find him, he finds you. Even N.O.V.A. can't really tell where he is most of the time. My boss was just the middle man, he supplied the man with location, vehicle and weapons and got paid shitload of money for it.

"One and a half years have already passed! You're not even close to fulfilling your mission." "You're not helping either," he said warily. "You're supposed to ask your ghost friends about that night." "I tried," she groaned. "They don't know anything useful. We can still do it, you know." There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes. She leaned in closer to him. "Find him first," he said sharply, poking her forehead. He was the only one who could feel her. Other people would walk through her as if she was air.

He’d been obsessively checking it for hours, his thumb hovering over the interface as if waiting for a signal. "What is that?" Elias asked, wiping a smudge of grease from his cheek. "You’ve been staring at that ledger for three days. What does it actually say?" Roderick didn’t answer immediately. His brow furrowed as a series of alerts scrolled across the screen. "It’s not just a ledger, Elias. It’s a ghost tracker." Before Elias could press him further, a sharp, rhythmic ping echoed from the shadows of the alley. It wasn’t a gunshot; it was the distinct, synthetic chirp of a high-end mobile device.

And just as I was about to turn off the phone and call in for the night with Aurora, another message came in from the same number as earlier. “FANTASMA—THE GHOST. FIND ME IF YOU CAN.”