Ghost Trapped In A Jar Novels & Stories

“That’ll fry the servers.” “That’s the idea.” Edgar hesitated. “You didn’t get this from me.” Jack nodded. “You’re a ghost.” Once alone, he pulled on a stolen lab coat, swiped his badge against the fire exit door. *Red light.* He pulled a gelatin thumb from his pocket—a perfect mold from Vesper’s severed ID band, heat-set earlier that day. Pressed it to the pad. *Green light.* He stepped into the corridor. Sterile. Cold. A hum under the tiles like restrained panic.

Voices clamored: memory, blood, line, release. We emerged into a grand hall beneath the earth. Stalactites dripped. A massive stone sarcophagus stood at its center, sealed in iron bands. Around it statues of long‑dead bloodbearers, carved in deep relief, faces twisted in pain. Sarah stumbled, dropping David. He hit the floor with a soft thud. The ghosts halted at the edge of the hall, as though the sarcophagus held an invisible boundary. John stayed back. He came to her side. Daniel hovered between us and the ghost ring.

It was a lot to take in. I needed a long time to process it all. My ghostly roommate was actually a legendary former employee of my own company. I closed my laptop with mixed emotions. “So… did the accident trap you here?” After a long silence, Nathaniel’s voice echoed softly in my head. It was faint, almost hazy. “It wasn’t an accident.” My heart dropped. Before I could ask for details, the voice vanished. The next few days at the office were quiet.

My face was disoriented because I could hear a female voice that did not belong to Mary and there was no other female in the house but Mary and me. I slowly and carefully started walking towards the guest room. My heart was pounding against my chest. It might be a thief or even a murderer who knows. The door was slightly open. I peeped inside, trying not to make any noise. What I saw inside had my eyes widen in disbelief. Ivan was inside with an unknown woman. His tongue was deep inside her throat. Before I could stop myself, a gasp escaped my mouth getting both of their attention.

"Again, you work slow, stupid girl!" I hissed irritably, stomped my foot, and followed this bastard. Inside the house was immediately greeted with a luxurious winding staircase. I immediately squinted my eyes when I saw the many damn antique jars that stood firm in all corners of the room. Because of that damn jar, I'm stuck with an arrogant guy like Edmund. I became suspicious that Edmund kept the jar as a talisman to keep him rich. Can you call it that?

Later, just like Mom said, a stranger appeared before the burial, bringing a massive jar—taller than a person and filled with a strange liquid. The final image I saw was Aunt Marlene being lowered into that jar and sealed inside. "Abby? Abby, what are you doing? That's your father!" Mom's sharp voice suddenly pierced my ears. As my vision blurred and my head spun, I felt my body swaying. When I opened my eyes again, I realized I was choking Dad hard. His eyes were rolling back in his head, his face turning a terrifying shade of purple-red. I instantly yanked my hands away. I stared blankly as he started coughing violently, gasping for air.

He kicked her hard in the groin and retorted, "You're a fucking woman too! Don't pretend like you're innocent! You've never protested when you were in bed with me back then!" While they argued, I had the bodyguards place the formalin-preserved specimen in the basement without making a sound. When the lights abruptly went out, Jody and Henry froze. In the darkness, an eerie green glow gradually appeared in a corner of the room. Curled inside a glass jar was the body of an infant who had been less than a year old. Because of the fluorescent dye, its entire body glowed unnaturally, making it look like a grotesque lantern. "W-What is that?" Henry asked in a shaky voice.

He walked with an exceptional determination, though his pace was slow. We walked slowly through the fallen leaves, past the Italian-style fountain, and finally stopped in front of the small chapel deep within the estate. "Aurora, do you remember this place?" "I remember. The first day, you told me there was a female ghost trapped inside." "Yeah." Lorenzo stared at the carved wooden door. "That was my first love. Marco, that bastard, tortured her to death." An inexplicable heaviness settled in my heart. "What's this? Is my wife jealous?" Lorenzo turned his head, his eyes playful.

"Don't dare touch me again or I'll kill you again." The male chuckles and rubs his hair. "I'm just like you... A ghost. So how can you possibly kill me? I came back just the same way you came back cause I can't let you hurt her even though I wish I can cause she's a silly female." Jalen rolls her eyes at him and relaxes but suddenly shudders when his other words dawned on her and all the hairs on her body started rising and goosebumps prickled at her skin. "Y..yo..u..both are ghosts?"

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.