Ghost Wife Novels & Stories

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.

"We work at the Gray Lodge. Well, used to. We got fired." "We're sorry we lied," Zel added. "We just need to know more. Can you help us?" The old woman sighed. "It's somewhat of a long story but, I can tell you what happened to his wife. You might want to grab a seat. It's not a happy story as you already know. She told us about Mr. Grayson's family. About how his wife had died mysteriously. Their child had also disappeared shortly after. Rumors had it that he had something to do with their disappearance and the lodge has been haunted since then.

Unknown POV I got married to Lisa since it has been Lia's wish to make Lisa her mother, but life has been empty after losing Lia. It started with nightmares. I would see Lia in my nightmares, trying to communicate with me but I wouldn't understand a thing. Sleepless nights followed, and every day was a nightmare. Lia would appear to me but she was more like a ghost, she wouldn't move nor talk. She stared at me while I cry at night feeling guilty for having her murdered by an unloyal friend Lora's ghost has been missing for days and that worries me a lot. I stared at the ceiling as the birds chirped good morning and the sunlight beamed through the curtains.

He dropped his phone on the desk beside him and grabbed his head with both hands, "I killed her. She is supposed to be dead." "Well, clearly you didn't. I guess she's really living up to her reputation of being a Ghost." Valerie chuckled and leaned back on her bed rest. It wasn't known until five years ago Ghost was a female. She had always maintained her reputation of moving with the wind. No one ever saw her face. Yet, Marco had challenged her a few years ago and surprisingly won. Thanks to him, it was revealed she was a female. When they asked for her body, he claimed he burnt it as soon as he saw she was dead. No one believed him until two years went by without a word from Ghost.

I was gone, and it wasn't as though they could speak ill of me now, not while my body was being buried in the ground. Even my mother-in-law came. She was already a frail, tiny woman, but seeing her there made her appear decades older. Grayson knelt before my gravestone, convinced he was performing some act of atonement. But to me, his presence was nothing more than repulsive. After the funeral, he returned to the small apartment. Alice, starved for three days, lay there, barely clinging to life. The moment she saw Grayson, fear overtook her—a fear she couldn't hide.

a warning voice, that's what I heard. The voice sounds familiar. I don't want to believe my guess is right. Behind me, that's where I turn my direction to. Behold, my late wife. How's that possible? But she's dead! Ghost? I don't believe in that myth A hallucination? Perhaps, it might be.

His dead body was laid on the floor covered with a white sheet with people surrounding him and a woman over his chest as she wept like a woman who is sincerely in vain at his departure. While me. I sat out of all those people away from the body leaning back to the pillar with my legs cuddled to my chest, my hands around my legs as I looked at her with zero expression as the tear strains on my cheeks itched. I'm outcasted from his people while I'm his wife. I don't understand anything. I was married just yesterday and I became a widow today. And no one came to console me but strangely three women who are his mother, aunt, and sister were consoling that particular woman while I am staring at t

“You might be.” “Then I guess you’ll have to learn to live with ghosts.” He looked away, gold eyes dimming. “I already do.” ⸻ That afternoon, the staff avoided me even more than usual. Gaya didn’t meet my eyes. Leina kept glancing at the bruises around Malrik’s wrist when she passed the room. The whispers had started again—quiet, quick, half-believed rumors about curses and souls and a wife who looked like a woman who died too long ago.

He muttered and smiled a sad one before walking out of the room; then, I went close to my body to look at it intently. "I felt his touch. I felt my father's hand holding mine!" I let out when I noticed the four ghosts who just passed through the wall on my right. They must have seen my father walking into my room. One of my new ghost friends is Ericka, who got here three weeks ago because of a motorbike accident, and Lucinda, a middle-aged woman who got a heart attack a month ago. "Really?" Clinton asked in surprise and examined my physical body closely, and Dylan tried to touch my left barefoot.

‘I was this close to finding the likes of my daughter, finally, I was going to find out what to get her on her birthday but she showed up and ruined everything,’ Owino gazed on the sealing with pain ‘He has already started sneaking on the maid’s room, thinking that I will let him get his way, anyway I didn’t know he was eavesdropping on the girls,’ Melina’s thought.