Ghostbusters Librarian Ghost Novels & Stories

IF that voice is really came from a ghost, I wished that she showed up Infront of me so that I can asked a question about extraterrestrial. First I enter to the wide heavenly library. This library contains a thousand books which enough to make me feel pleasure in studying. After I entered to the library, I look for the librarian desk and see if anybody was here or not. ""The librarian is absent today."" I said to myself. I smile, yes. I'm all alone here. I picked the books I'm craving to study. I wear my glasses and start reading this selection. READ. READ. READ. ""Excuse me,"" I shocked.

"Oh! Yes yes..you are right." Daisy immediately turned back, taking a few steps back and saw the librarian in her mid forty or thirty, staring at her with an unreadable expression in her face. But her eyes were so piercing and scrutinizing her in such a weird manner that her soul felt naked suddenly. As if she had the supernatural power of reading human souls and all their hidden dark secrets. Daisy greeted the librarian hesitantly, "Hello mam. Good evening. I was here to find some books on bacteriology. Umm so.."

Nothing had ever made me walk in; I guess I'm a fresh student, so nothing required us to visit the library. "Hello, Lord Lucifer. We would like to have an audience," I sighed as we listened to a voice. "Pull the green book on the second shelf to your left." I obeyed the instructions, shocked as the shelves parted ways, making an entrance, and a door opened leading to a basement. When we got down to the basement, we met Lord Lucifer reading a novel in his hand. "What would you like to talk about, Night Watchers?" "There's something bothering her that she would like to share with you."

Inside the library was spacious, judging by the elevated shelves, and the widespread aisles, I could tell this library was historical. “Ahem...young lady, can I be of assistance?” A woman appeared from behind a shelf, she must be the librarian. These couple of days I've been seeing things— supernatural things and how people will look at me like I am crazy if share my experiences, I wanted to tell her what I saw but I think it's best to figure it on my own. “I— no, actually, I am just looking around, I hope that's ok,” “Ok, that's fine dear, just remember— read quietly,” she mumbled, walking towards her desk.

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

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

Hearing my words, tony pulled out a book from back of his shirt; it was a Grimoire the same one which I kept yesterday in front of him before “Hmmm….. My wife, one who told you about this book” he replied and I took a glance at female karkinos ghost who was floating about him… “This book is my wife possession… no one know where it was except her… and if you found it means you had meet her….” Tony replied in stern voice, his deep eyes were bored on my face…. ‘So the female karkinos ghost who was floating above him was his WIFE’ I thought in my mind, I wasn’t sure of how to explain this person that his wife was dead and it wasn’t his wife but her spirit that told me where this book was…

"Do I really need any books or spells?" "The book of spells," she corrected. "Has everything there is to know about shadow witches, our weaknesses and strengths. We wouldn't want that book in the wrong hands, would we?" "Most scarcely," "Then get the book, it can help you learn faster. I have a feeling we didn't just become us to help decapitate gruesome-looking ghosts." She said as a matter-of-factly. "You are my new friend, nice to meet you, me," "Me?" She laughed. "My name is Darcy. Also, I want to tell you something, the elder ghost isn't at the castle's library but deep inside the abandoned castle in the middle of Holler Forest. Find her there and don't go alone,"

How could he find this hidden library anyway? Noel strategically chose his library's location to be on the most secluded place, away from the bustling city of Westwood. He chose his place carefully, at the back of the alleyway of a suburban road north to the capital of Westwood, near the so-called death forest which people said that meat ravaging ghosts who kidnapped people and scattered their blood everywhere on the roadside. Actually, the legend about the ghost weren’t true at all. There’s nothing, except for some psychopath who hid inside an abandoned house inside the forest and killed people occasionally. For an uncouth an inhumanely imbecile like him, Noel gladly presented his bloodied

"The ghosts in this house don't like to be kept waiting. And neither do I." The Library of Secrets The interior of Glenvair was a labyrinth of dim corridors where the shadows seemed to move of their own accord. Evelyn led them to the Great Library, a room that felt like the heart of the Vanderwall empire. It smelled of beeswax, ancient parchment, and a century of tobacco. On a massive oak table, centered under a single dim chandelier, lay a weathered leather portfolio.