Ghost Trapped In A Jar Novels & Stories

I said, I held the jar tightly and started going towards my room. "Wait!" Will this human ever spare an innocent child like me. "Loren, I feel dizzy" I heard Ellen say and soon Loren attention was diverted towards her. I giggled internally. I took the queue and ran towards my room with full strength. After reaching the room. I locked the room and sighed in relief. At least I am saved for now. I kept the jar on the table keeping a small note on the mouth of the jar leaving just a little opening so the air would pass. I walked towards the washroom and took a quick bath.

They fell to the ground with a thud. Seeing this, Tim and the others were all in shock. Their eyes widened, and they were filled with disbelief. Jimmy's strength was terrifying! Jimmy glared sinisterly at Sebastian. "How dare you ruin my plans! Tonight, you're going to die by my hands!" he said icily. "I'll show you and these wealthy people a real protective artifact!" With that, Jimmy took out a strange cursed gourd behind his waist. Black mists floated out when he opened the lid. All of a sudden, the temperature in the courtyard dropped to freezing point. Everyone felt a bone-chilling sensation from the depths of their bodies!

" Are you scared? " Only a gulping sound echoed and it widened his smirk. " Sure thing, that's what I want you to feel. Look around you, old man. See, how I took care of your friends and will take care of the rest of the people just like I'm doing right now. " Again the old man screamed, but horror dropped into his pit stomach when he realized the decoration of jars. Glass jars filled with some kind of chemical but each jar contains a part. A human part. Eye. Heart. Ear. Tongue.

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.

Kavi's POV We race to the hospital carrying Jewel to her doctor, as well as the thing in the jar, he hurried around grabbing test tubes, needles and machines to hook her up and test her, once he was done he took a look at the jar [[ I have not seen one of these in years! how on earth did this end up in our Luna? ]] << what is it? >> [[ in essence, it's a parasite, it has an incubation period where it takes time to hatch then latches onto the host and take over their minds, quite a lot of people have lost their lives due going mad from these little guys and being put down, it wasn't until autopsy the people would realize what was really going on ]]

“Have you seen a girl—” I didn’t need to hear the rest. Out of panic, I looked for a place where I could hide. The bathroom would be too obvious. The treasure chest is too shallow. I looked at the big ass jar in the room's corner. I opened the lid and saw that it was half filled with hay. This would do! I tried my best to reach the opening as the height of the jar is the same as mine. I closed the lid and dug through the hay until I buried myself at the bottom. Just then, I heard the door open. I tried to hold and even out my breath.

They broke the curse here, and to break it again, one must drink the blood from his ancestor! Jar…jar! I need to find a jar here! I dropped the book and hurriedly went to the shelves to find a jar with blood. There must be something here! The woman who removed the curse lives in this place! I didn’t stop searching and pushing all of the unnecessary boxes until I ceased when I heard a glass shattered on the floor. My eyes widened in horror when I looked at it and saw it was the jar I was looking for! No! I hurriedly picked up the broken piece and went back to Ethan’s side. I grabbed his jaw and opened his mouth.

“Say, don’t you find it odd the shelves themselves are covered in dust, but the jars have none? How long ago do you think these were left here?” I shrugged. What did it matter, anyway? We had enough problems as it was. Worrying about some ancient, hidden storage room did nothing to further our cause. With a huff, I came to a stop as I realized Azrael wasn’t following. He lifted one of the jars from the shelves and tapped the lid. “What do you think’s in here? Jam? Honey?” Before I could tell him we had need for neither, he twisted the lid off. A burst off bright, scalding light flickered from within, startling us both. Az scrambled, slapping the lid atop the jar and extinguishing the light.

I shouted, pushing through the rising steam. ​I found him at the primary valve, but he wasn't turning it. He was staring at his own hands. For the first time in years, a faint, sickly violet light was bleeding through his skin, clashing with the industrial grease. He looked at me, his eyes wide with a terror that had nothing to do with failing boilers. ​"It’s not gone, Elara," he rasped, his voice trembling. "The Guest didn't leave. It just went deeper."

If players died in the game, then they would die for good and become a ghoul. However, if they survived and won, they could spend their points to extend their lifespan back in the real world. At that thought, the terror in my heart lessened. I had never before in my life felt such a strong yearning to survive. As I was lost in my thoughts, a figure showed up out of nowhere. Jorvan had returned. His fresh-looking face seemed sincere as he said, “Ms. Graves, I would like to work here. I can prepare the takeout or something.”