Ghost Teller Novels & Stories

, the brunette explained “she’s an occult professor. Anyway, when I saw the hook in the wall…it made me think of the Hook Man legend. So I guessed it was a ghost” “Huh”, Dawn said. You learn something new every day she thought, still very much surprised by the young woman. “So, do you know who the ghost killer is?” Lena questioned, eager to know the answer. If Dawn was aware then she needed to know so that the remains could be destroyed before the spirit could claim another life. “Mathew Drummond”, Dawn answered “and I nearly found out where he was buried before you called”. Lena sat up “well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get researching!” she proclaimed, jumping off of Dawn’s bed. She dra

The call is picked up at once. "Hello," a deep, masculine voice cuts through the speaker. "Hello," I reply. I skip the introduction, keeping my identity vague, as the other person's identity is also anonymous, except for their trade name, "Ghost," and their reputation as one of the best for extracting information about anyone or anything. "Am I speaking with 'Ghost'?" I ask. "You are," the man confirms.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

Steve replied. “You can call me Ghost,” Ghost smiled. “When I was younger, I used to get a thousand texts from the ladies and of course I would want to differentiate the important ones from the regular ones with a different chat tone. The one I just heard isn’t very familiar so I figured.” “That’s very smart sir,” Steve laughed. “I mean…Ghost.” “My daughter is telling you to come over tonight because her father is on a business trip isn’t she?” Ghost asked, his eyes fixed on his long nails.

His words began to slur, spilling out in a messy, confused rush. “There… there was a man. In Halton. Right after we moved to the glass house.” He took another gulp, the whiskey burning a path down his throat. “He was called… the Ghost. He wanted to kill us. Zhedya… he took care of it. He killed him, right in front of me. I didn’t want him to though but he was behind my memory loss then so…” Miller’s fingers tightened almost imperceptibly on his neck. “The Ghost? Do you know his real name?”

It wasn't just annoyance, it was an instinct, primal and sharp, screaming that the air in the room had changed. "One moment," I said, capping the pen with a sharp click. The lawyers exchanged irritated glances. I didn't care. I picked up the phone. The caller ID flashed a single name: GHOST. Ghost was Marcus’s superior. He ran my private intelligence. He never called. He texted. I slid to answer, pressing the phone to my ear. "This had better be life or death." "It’s worse," Ghost’s voice came through, breathless and stripped of its usual robotic calm. "Sir, you need to see the feed. Or just... listen."

Claire had a surprised expression on her face as she asked, “Mom, what’s wrong with you?” Elaine was extremely solemn as she said, “Let me tell you. Someone was killed by a ghost at the Mount Phoenix Cemetery last night! Even his brain was completely sucked out! It is said that he was bleeding out of his seven orifices when he died, and there was a big hole on the top of his head. As a result, his head turned out to be an empty shell with nothing inside at all!”

I guess we are due for it. Zane and I are heading to a club in the city. It’s a very popular supernatural club, but it’s also a trendy human club. It’s one of the few places where supernaturals and humans can mingle in peace. Zane knows the owner. Apparently, Ghost, yes, his name is fucking Ghost, and no, he isn’t actually a ghost, stupid. Anyway, Ghost is a dark fae who owns the club. He's a sleazy dude who likes slightly crazy women. I’m slightly crazy, so I will be a little flirty, gag. I don’t want to flirt with this loser, and Zane isn’t thrilled either, but if Ghost thinks I’m interested in him, then we have a better chance of getting information or keeping him distracted so Zane can w

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.

I couldn't bear to part with her, so I declined once more. That last phone call with me had truly upset Professor Kelley. Even when Gemma called me up a couple of weeks ago, I was worried he might still be angry with me. When Cecily saw my hesitance, her eyes flickered. She decided to lend me a hand. At the very next moment, she raised her voice and yelled into the office, "Nathan is back, Professor Kelley!" Startled, I instinctively covered Cecily's mouth with my hand, planting it right on top of her still-parted lips. They felt velvety and dewy as they pressed against my warm palm.