Ghostbusters Jillian นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She wanted no more nightmares about that night. Razl woke up again with a start. The woman looked exactly like Tourmaline but she was not Tourmaline. What was happening he had no idea. The Runners were all waiting for Jillian to come back from her trip to Solomon’s and Razl had started dreaming again. Jillian walked in through the door and said,” It is bad news, Razl.” “I thought as much so,” he said. “What did you see this time?” she asked as all the other Runners were silent and watched them in rapt attention.

And in the center of the room stood a girl I had never seen before… but instantly recognized. Or rather, a girl whose face I would never forget. I felt the breath knock out of me. Luna. It couldn’t be. But it was. Down to the slope of her cheekbones. The spark in her eyes. The little scar above her brow. She looked exactly like Luna Jones—the girl whose body was found in a river years ago, her murder plastered across every news outlet in the country. But Luna was dead. And yet this girl… She turned to me, offering a warm smile. “Hi. I’m Lillian. Lillian Michelson. I’ve been volunteering at the hospital with your mother. She invited me here.”

She wanted to see her mother, but the mayor pointed her in the direction, and she went looking for her. Unexpectedly, someone dug up Gillian's grave. The corpse had been bitten by insects and exuded a stench. By then, everyone in the village had been relocated, so there was no one around. Everyone speculated that it might be Gillian's enemy or a spirit coming to take revenge. Jessie fainted when she saw Gillian's miserable state. When she was taken to the hospital in town, she discovered that her body was covered with multiple cuts. She was also mentally unstable, sometimes giggling, sometimes crying, like a madman.

I've seen things, encountered demonic entities, and I— feel alone, I can't tell my parents, my best friend, or even the brothers, I— There she was, standing at the other end of the aisle, I couldn't see her face distinctly but I could tell she was beautiful. Her hair fluttering without the wind, her white dress floating around her body, who was she? Brushing her fingertips on the wooden framework, she began to walk away, “Wait!” I yelled, running to the next end of the walkway. But I was too late she disappeared again. Great! Now I am a ghostbuster, chasing down roaming spirits. I turned to leave, but I collided with a force field, knocking me to the floor.

His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories. "It's getting dark , take this book and go read it " he said and gave me the strange old looking book. "Thank you sir, i have much appreciated your help" i said. Now i knew what it was all about, all those confusions were caused by him, my ghost clone. It was night already and the time was 7: 15 pm . I had to rush home , it was not safe for me to be lonely at this time. 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

Ray chipped in. " I have an idea " i announced immediately and I earned their full attention. " Let's use Zach " i said strongly. " How do you mean? " Logan asked getting interested. I get on my feet and start gesturing with my hands as i tell out the plan. *** Jillian's Pov I have been alone eversince the old lady left the room. No one came to check on me. My appetite was lost to the wind and my body was very tired. I'm very sure i look miserable right now. I stop thinking when i heard footsteps walking hastily into my room.

A force snapped inside her, like a thread breaking. The abyss shattered. Light flooded in. Awakening Lillian’s eyes flew open as she gasped for breath. She was back in the ruins, her body shaking, her hands covered in cold sweat. The fissure in the ground was still glowing, but the entity was gone. For now. Aedric was kneeling beside her, his face tight with worry. “What happened?” Lillian exhaled shakily. “It tried to take me.” Fenros let out a low growl. "And it will try again."

“That means I lost her twice.” Beatrice did not argue. Lillian pushed back from the table and stood again, pacing in a tight circle. “You are describing a woman I should miss,” Lillian said. “But I do not remember missing her. I remember absence. Silence. Questions that never had answers.” “And now you know why,” Beatrice said. “That does not give me the right to her,” Lillian replied. “It gives me a ghost.” Beatrice’s voice softened. “It gives you origin.”

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

The glass door of the incinerator clearly showed her face twisted in fear. The villagers were unprepared for this. They lost it. “My God, is she possessed?” “That’s not her ghost, is it?” “You superstitious lout, there’s no such thing as ghosts!” Lillian’s pitiful cries shouted in the air. Finally, Mom and Dad reacted. They squeezed through the crowd and went for the door. They ignored the immense heat and managed to get the door open. Their hands burned on the handle. Meanwhile, Lillian had fainted from the smoke within.