Ghosted Book Review Novels & Stories

Everyone Zoe met, she would tell them, “I had someone read her fortune. Maisie’s future is cursed. She’s sickly. Stay away from her.” I clenched my teeth and propped myself up despite being weak and feverish. I went to see the fortune teller who had read my fortune in my previous life. After hearing the full story, he told me that there was definitely something I had not noticed yet, and I needed to go back and search carefully. I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing.

Maya grabbed the heavy iron clapper of the great bell; the one still hot from the geothermal steam and struck it with the Legacy Bank book itself. The vibration wasn't sound; it was a physical shock of heat and narrative. The Liquid Heiress shrieked, her form destabilizing as the "Human Pulse" from the twins and the "Historical Weight" of the book collided within her. She began to evaporate, her oily form turning into a foul-smelling steam that was quickly sucked into the belfry’s vents. With a final, gargled cry of static, the ghost vanished. The organ let out a long, wheezing sigh as the steam pressure finally dipped. The belfry fell silent and saved for the rain. Maya sank to the floor, p

Some were made of leather, others of scales, and some in what might have been human skin. In the center, a pool of black water reflected no light. “The Library of Things That Were,” the ghost announced. “Every book here tells of the old agreement, the first prophecies. The Bridge especially.” Tamara moved to the nearest shelf. The books whispered as she passed, like they recognized her. “This one,” the ghost said, pulling out a book that looked like a piece of the night sky. “Start here.” Tamara opened it. The words weren't English. Weren't any language she knew. But she understood them.

The remnants of someone’s bedroom that was long forgotten about crashed around us. We screamed in terror. I was beginning to fear the house was going to fall down on us. We continued to hear the sound of slamming and fighting happening through the house. I was clawing at everything to try and find an escape. Out of nowhere, a book dropped in my lap. It was old. It looked like it used to be cream colored with purple lace. This matches Gabrielle’s style. I saw a key lock. Suddenly, a key dropped from the binding of the book. It was a diary of some kind. I think Gabrielle’s spirit or someone wants me to have this. I shoved it into my bag and peaked out the door. I could tell it was still not s

Something told me this book wasn’t just old, it was forbidden. But I took it anyway. I had to know. Because ever since Gazelle performed that spell, I hadn’t felt like myself. And I needed to find out if we’d just tied our fates to something far more dangerous than we’d imagined. ___ I carried the book carefully to a secluded reading nook, where the morning light filtered in through the tall windows, dust dancing in its path. The moment I sat down and opened the worn cover, a strange chill swept over me, like the pages were whispering secrets they’d buried for centuries.

She put down the picture and ran to the sofa, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Mommy, you’re being lazy again! I’m going back to our old home to get the music box. Then, I can wake you up!” Seeing her determined to leave, I instinctively reached out for an umbrella, wanting to remind her that it was raining outside. Alas, my hand passed right through her body! In that instant, I suddenly remembered—I was dead. I could never protect her like before.

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As time went on I busied myself with stocking a fresh set of newly released stack of books near the counter as I straightened them in a way that would get the customers attention. As i worked and cleaned my mind keeps shifting back to him. Still rattled from his disappearance last night, I mean I should be scared he’s not human his ghostly disappearance confirmed that but still I wasn’t.. Even now a part of me still anticipates his presence, it’s like I could feel him here.. If he’s here, he’ll show himself. He always does. I’m halfway through adjusting a crooked row of paperbacks when the temperature shifts and It drops just enough to make my fingers pause against the spine of a book.

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

Her black eyes flash like that of a snake. Chills crawl up my spine and my grip tightens around the book. “ Goodbye now. ” The man whispers. And before I know it, I am falling down once again, the book still held in my hand. I can’t help but feel like it was too easy, as if they knew something I don’t. They were too smoothly convinced which is not supposed to be possible according to Gysla. Trouble is on its way. I can tell.