Ghost Trapped In A Jar Novels & Stories

But the girl had opened her big mouth to say, "I ain't going no boring place with ya. I'm perfectly fine with the stable life here." With the subtle chilly sensation surrounding her, Geneva opened the door. She refused to spare the bedroom a glance. Sitting rigidly on the sofa, she awaited her fate. "Let's get married now," the straightforward ghost said without a change in his features. "Nooooo. No, no, no, noooo!" She shouted, jumping from the sofa. She shook her hands and head to solidify her non-compliance. She wondered when the ghost had change back to his human form to intimidate her the more.

It was already there when I moved in. Rick curled his lip and reached for it. "Let me see." "Don't touch it!" I snapped. It was too late. His hand brushed the vase, and he fumbled it. The vase tipped and fell straight toward the floor. My heart jumped into my throat. Right before the vase could kiss the floor, it just stopped. It hung there in midair, barely half an inch from the ground. Time seemed to freeze. Rick's grin froze on his face, and his eyes went wide like he'd seen a ghost.

It was lined from floor to ceiling with glass jars containing gourmet snacks from all over the world. On the very top shelf, bathed in a solitary beam of LED light as if it were a holy relic, sat the target: the giant jar of organic strawberry gummy bears. "Target located," Julian whispered from the doorway. "But it is twelve feet high. I lack the necessary vertical leap. And a step ladder will trigger the floor pressure sensors." Nova stretched her arms, cracking her knuckles playfully. "Stand back, kid. Let the magic happen." Her violet eyes flared. The air in the pantry began to hum softly. A faint purple aura wrapped around the massive glass jar on the top shelf. Slowly, gracefully, it f

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.

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.

This isn’t just a party — it’s a goddamn masquerade of killers and liars. Mafia kings, cartel lords, their mistresses, and enemies in disguise. Everyone in here has killed people or sent someone to die. Everyone is armed, even when pretending to flirt. Men with tattoos that tell stories of loyalty and blood. Women with eyes like poison. And me? I’m the ghost they’ve heard of but never seen. I felt the heat of every eye on my ass as I glide through the hall. Good. Let them look. I reach for a glass of champagne from a passing tray and take a sip. Cold.

With a sigh, I stood up, my legs aching from the sudden movement. I shuffled to the bathroom, jar in hand, and filled it with cool water. As I lifted the jar to my lips, I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye - a shadowy figure passing by. My heart skipped a beat, and I froze, the water jar hovering near my mouth. Maybe I was just spooked, I told myself, trying to shake off the feeling. But as I took a sip of the water, I saw it again - the shadowy figure darted past the doorway.

“And you know how I found out? One of them was in my bathroom. She came out in nothing but a towel.” Jarred’s brows furrowed. “She? The strangers were girls?” He asked. I nodded and picked up my glass, taking a long gulp. “Were they cute?” He asked, leaning closer. “Quit it,” I said as I laid the glass down. Jarred’s grin widened, his eyes glinting with that familiar mischief that always spelled trouble. “So, where are these mysterious girls now?” he asked, swirling his glass like he was auditioning for some noir detective flick.

There was nobody there, nothing at all. Jared stared at it. His mouth opened but no sound came out at first. Then a noise erupted from the back of his throat, it was something between a sob and a growl. "What in the-" One gravedigger leaned over to look, his eyes wide with astonishment. "Where's the body?" "Someone must have stolen it.” Jared whispered shakily. His heart thumping wildly.” Maybe grave robbers found the body or someone performed an act of necromancy.”

He explains, and I groan. “Now I wish I had looked a little harder inside her head.” I whisper, mostly to myself. Issac shrugs, “We’ll figure it out, Sunshine. Plus, they’re almost here. Hopefully Cora knows how to get in and out.” He tells me and I nod, still looking around. This is clearly like her lair or something. I’ve been trying to ignore the more disturbing things I’ve run across as we’ve searched. Like the jar in the corner I swear has an eyeball in it, but Issac wouldn’t let me examine it long enough to know for sure.