Ghost X Quiet Novels & Stories

Matteo stood by the door, one hand resting smoothly on his gun. I stayed seated, eyes fixed keenly on Ghost. Waiting. Watching. Every minute seemed to drag endlessly and slowly. Painful slow. Ghost’s fingers suddenly stopped and his back straightened and then he scratched his unkempt beards. He leaned in near the screen, lowering his glasses and peering at the screen like he was born blind. " What's it?" Matteo asked. Ghost did not answer at first. He squinted at the screen again and leaned back with a low whoosh and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose .

Ghost’s voice, weak but alive: “…Still here…”

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Now on to new adventures and more time with our quiet woman. The End

But I hold up a single finger, cutting him off before he makes a sound. Then, I simply wait. I let the absolute, crushing silence of the sub-basement descend on the table. Petrov shifts in his chair. He looks at Enzo, then back at me and swallows hard. I watch his eyes dart around the room, searching for an angle, a lie, a negotiation tactic. I give him absolutely nothing. No anger to push back against. No threats to calculate. Just the terrifying, blank inevitability of the Ghost. He breaks.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling again louder. "Help please help!" The woman yelled . I rushed into the basement to see who she was but the basement had no any source of light, it was full of darkness. "Who's here!" I screamed but nobody answered. "Anybody here?!" I screamed again but still nobody replied. The basement was kinda creepy and the absence of light made it creepier. "Alright there is nobody here " i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain.

After a moment of silence, she whispered, “They say this place is haunted.” Jackson’s jaw tightened as he struggled with a response. Should he admit to her that he agreed with the rumor? Should he tell her that, like Mike and her father, he’d seen and felt things that shouldn’t have been there? He hadn’t even admitted that to the men. He’d only admitted to the place giving him the creeps. Something inside of him kept him from voicing it. It was as if voicing it would make it real. “I saw that woman looking out of the window,” Melody confessed. “She’s not right. She looks dead.”

he says, and he lies down and closes his eyes. I go back downstairs, and Damien cleaned up the place, I walk into the kitchen, and he’s made me a cup of chamomile tea, we sit there in silence, I think we both knew that somehow this ghost was listening and watching us closely, waiting for the right moment to finish what he started and probably, suck the last bit of life left in Xander.