Ghost Trapped In A Jar Novels & Stories

In an instant, Larris reacted slamming his elbow backward into the Ghost, sending her stumbling. One shot rang out The bullet ricocheted off the metal beam. Teresa grabbed her father and dove behind a pillar as the Ghost lunged forward to catch the USB. But it hit the ground. And shattered. A small spark fizzled out. The Ghost froze. What have you done? she hissed. Teresa stood tall. It wasn’t the real key. The Ghost's voice dropped to a deadly whisper. Kill them. But before her masked guards could move Sirens wailed outside.

Ghost unscrewed a canister, putting it to my lips to drink. “Here, baby girl. Take small sips if you’ve been without. You can’t put too much in your system at once.” He also handed me a gel pack. “This will help with hydration and give you energy.” I sipped on the pack as Ghost wiped my tears with his thumb. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap. His head rested on mine as he fought to shed his distress over my kidnapping. My poor mate had been frantic. “I love you, Ghost.”

“Are you sure it can’t escape from that jar? What if it can break the glass?” “I don’t think so,” Ren said. “How can you be so sure? You’re insane. Just put that jar on the floor. Let me burn it down,” Amelia said angrily. “This is not the whole wraith. It’s only a part of it.” “What the fuck do you mean by that?” I stared at him in disbelief. “He managed to trap the wraith using his tornado thingy. It happened so fast. The last thing I know, he got to contain it in the jar.” The way how Theia explained gave me some idea.

Without thinking, I walked outside, wanting to blend into the vast, frozen world around me. The weight on my shoulders grew heavier, my breathing became more labored, and my limbs began to lose sensation. I walked on numbly. The vast world around me offered no place of belonging. In the haze of my consciousness, a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of me. The person was panting as he reached out a pair of trembling arms to catch me before I fell. Though my body was weak, I still had some weight to me. In the icy cold, the frail arms struggled to carry me. Then, I heard a familiar murmuring in my ears, saying, "You can't die… You can't die…"

With that, Kiran abruptly opened the red bottle. “No, don’t!” Caleb’s voice, filled with anger and boundless pain, screamed as if his heart had been pierced. Whoosh! A red ghostly figure emerged from the bottle, transforming into a mist of blood and flying in all directions before vanishing. “That’s my wife Zara’s spirit,” cried a man kneeling on the ground, reaching out as if trying to grasp her. Kiran paused, surprised that the spirit had escaped without a chance for him to offer it peace. He quickly covered the bottle’s mouth with his hand, reciting incantations to calm the remaining spirits.

He was happy. The dark energy hovered around him, now an obedient companion. With closed eyes, he expanded his awareness beyond himself, connecting with the ambient energy of the forest. The world revealed itself to Jarvis in a unique way. He could discern the individual rustles of leaves, the nocturnal symphony of unseen creatures, and the intricate threads of energy that interwove through the environment. It was an intimate connection with nature and the supernatural. Suddenly, Jarvis's eyes snapped open, and the elation on his face shifted to a grave expression. "Brandon, there's trouble. A horde of zombies, at least fifty, and I sense one with an ability among them."

A grey pick up truck halted metres away from a 10 foot tall rotten old gate. It had cobwebs and all kind of nasty stuff on it as it guarded a one storey tall house behind it. The house was a perfect example of a haunted house. It had cobwebs literally everywhere. The windows that were shut close. The roof. Everywhere! Five teenagers were seated inside the truck - three guys and two girls - who were there for one thing. Adventure. "Okay, guys. We're here." Mark, the guy in the driver seat turned and spoke to the rest sitting in the back seat.

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

“Doesn’t mean they belonged to slaves.” “No matter who they belonged to, how did they materialize in my medicine cabinet?” “That I can’t explain.” “I can,” Harold said, poking suspiciously at the cranberry quinoa salad as if worried that it might actually be mulch and rat feces. “You got yourself a ghost, Mr. Horror-meister. Just like our Melinda, only apparently a lot nastier.” Bias shot him a sharp look. “We don’t know what intentions the spirits in 324 have.”