Ghost Tv Tropes Novels & Stories

TORREN POV The ghost mask feels like a second skin, the internal voice modulator humming as I scale the fence of the Michigan estate. I’m not using chloroform tonight; it’s too slow, too cinematic. I have a tactical sedative patch in my bag- one touch to the neck and he’s out in three seconds.

"She appeared to you specifically?" She was probably there for Finnegan and she happened to be beside him when she decided to visit the Land of the Living. "She just appeared in front of me." "And you never met her before?" "No." "That’s odd," he remarked. "Ghosts have been known to appear on Samhain to loved ones that mourned them, not to strangers. It’s usually poltergeists who haunt places that will appear to strangers." She didn’t explain about the connections between her father and the Wood family. She didn’t understand that mess. Finnegan couldn’t remember the events. He didn’t want to talk about it either.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

“If I remember correctly, you forgot the water because you were on the phone with Evangeline and you were watching that drama show of yours. The one with the doppelgänger’s and those British Vampires.” “It was the season finale.” I said, exasperated. Seriously, did none of these men get it? Pausing, I scowled at him. “Wait, a second. The British Vampires didn’t even come in until the next season. I never watched that one around you.” Ghost’s brows shot up. “The fuck? Caius likes Vamp chick-flicks?” I gasped and pointed at him. “You watched it! No way. What team are you on? Vampire or Werewolf? Damon or Stefan?”

She suddenly remembered how in TV shows and movies, sudden drops in temperature were used as a hint that a ghost was about to appear. "If you don't find it before nightfall, you'll get lost in the dark and…well…I hope you don't meet any ghostly apparitions on your way out. They can be pretty spiteful and dangerous after all." Kiran froze. Surely Diel was just teasing her, right? There couldn't be any ghosts in the citadel. She then felt another presence behind her. This time, it was accompanied by an eerie hiss…and what seemed like the sensation of a slimy tongue flicking dangerously close against her ear.

I pick it up and hurl it on the TV screen. It does the job. My brother returns. The phone is still in his hand. "Where were you?" I bellow at him. "There was a fucking ghost on the TV." My brother raises his brow. "Vina, are you high?" "Fucking ghost wanted to kill me!" I point at the TV. "I can't believe this shit." "I can't believe it either." He creases his forehead. "This feels like a horror movie."

A chill danced down my spine. “Willa,” Corvin said. “You’re seeing that too.” “Yeah,” I breathed. “I’m seeing it.” Ghostly giggles skittered across the plaza. Some came from ahead, some from behind, and some from places that made no spatial sense at all—as if the sound was coming from inside my ears, not from the air. I wrapped my arms around myself. These weren’t just any ghosts. They felt… familiar. Not specific people. Not faces I could name. It's more like moods. Tropes. The kind of characters I’d sketched a dozen times and abandoned when something shinier came along.

"What? It should be there. There should be. Maybe you guys didn't see it!" “Hmm, but we didn't see anything, dude. We even took the mop you should have taken.” “If we don't see it, then what exactly are you seeing, Hav?” Gulp. Havi swallowed hard. He didn't want those words to come out of his own mouth, but, “Could it be… a ghost?” Havi asked seriously. "Hah! Nonsense. This early in the morning?!” “Then what was that that I saw? It's definitely not a human with that sinister appearance!”

So, I made myself a martini, extra dirty. I was putting the vodka and vermouth back when the temperature in the room began to rise. Warmth like molten honey began to drip down my spine in a rhythm my body had memorized. Panic seized me and my throat closed, causing me to choke. As I coughed into my fist, my eyes watering, I could feel that warmth grow and spread. That was how the ghost—or whatever the fuck it was—made itself known. I didn’t know how long it had been here. It only started acting up recently. I immediately went to Sterling since he was practically an expert on the dead, but even he couldn’t help.

I move the glass closer to him and hear him whimper as I lift his arm, slicing his wrist with my nail and setting it to drain into my glass. “Now, is there anything else I need to know about my grandfather’s estate?” I ask him. He’s staring horrified at his wrist dripping blood. “It’s haunted.” “I’m a bloodsucker as you said, so I’m not scared of ghosts. There isn’t much that goes bump in the night that isn’t afraid of me,” I tell him. “Anyone come looking for the place recently?” I ask, making sure that my father hasn’t found it yet. “Yeah, another bloodsucker.”