Ghosted Novels & Stories

I call him predictable. I pull out my phone and type a quick text. Me: 'Where are you? Been waiting ten minutes. It's about to rain'. I wait. Three dots don't appear. Nothing. Of course. I scroll up to our last conversation. Three days ago. He sent me a meme about medical school burnout. I sent back a picture of my half-eaten sandwich. Normal sibling stuff. Now he's ghosting me when I need a ride. Typical. I call him. It rings once. Twice. Then....

Dante muttered beside me, already pulling out his phone. The blue glow of the screen lit up his face as he dialed rapidly, stepping aside and barking into the phone. "What the fuck is going on? Kill that signal now. Now!" But no matter how many calls he made, the masked man didn't vanish. He only flickered on the screen every now and then. "My name..." the man announced. "Is Ghost." "And I mean no harm…if you just listen." I frowned, confused. But for some reason, I still listened. There was some kind of mystery around this "Ghost" that instantly made me eager to hear what he had to say.

You won’t regret this. Enid. Where did you travel to? Or when are you coming back. Each message sat there, sent into the void. Delivered, yes. But not a single one was marked “Read.” They were digital ghosts, unanswered, unseen. He’s ghosting me. The thought was a cold, sharp shard in my gut. He gave me the number. He put it in my phone himself. Why? Just to twist the knife one more time? To give me the illusion of a connection he had no intention of honoring?

The speed at which Esra got there. And now, I'm bored again. Unknown Number: Hey! There is a ghost on your side. Me: Oh? Ghost your face! Do you like to be a ghost? I told you not to text, did I? You waste my time. Unknown Number: If I wasted your time, why are you replying to me anyway? Me: Bored. Unknown Number: Hope all bored. : D Me: You know your passion for emoticons. Unknown Number: For more feelings.

I almost jumped out of my chair as I snatched my phone off the desk. Zane: Hey Cinderella. My face screwed into a frown but it barely held its form as I typed. Me: You decided to ghost me after pleading for me to respond to your text. Not cool, fairy godmother. The three dots bounced and his chat bubble appeared. Zane: Sorry. Had been tackling something. He sent a sticker of a person violently pleading. A soft smile brushed my lips. Me: So what are you doing? An image filled our dm with a caption that just woke up.

"A ghost doesn't leave digital footprints in a high-security relay, Chalida. Ghosts don't have secondary signatures." Pim tapped the screen with trembling fingers, her eyes darting between the fluctuating lines of the code. "This user is actively scrubbing our location, yet they’re leaving breadcrumbs. Why?"

"Trace this." Ghost rocked forward, his hands flying over the keys. He'd done...something...to their phones that now allowed him to do some sort of techno-magic. "Go," Ghost said. Marco jabbed at the green button. "Hello?" He drummed his fingers on his knee. "Marco?" Fiona's voice wavered. His stomach dropped through the floor and he sat up straighter. "Marco? Are you there?" Fiona's voice broke at the end, fracturing a bit.

" Want it too?" She nodded and I sent her the pictures. " It is so nice to meet you... uh what is your name? I am Todd." " I am Audrey." " Audrey, that is a fine name. Nice to meet you, Audrey. I got to go now." " You too." She giggled as she continued on her way. I looked at the picture as I walked. I deleted it immediately. I had no use of it. It will just take space on my phone. That was enough time wasting.

She didn't expect that it would be after her mother's death. After almost three hours Myra woke up from her sleep. She felt her head heavy, but her determination was strong enough. She got freshened up and took out her cell phone. She didn’t know whether the no does exist or not. Her trembling fingers dialed the no. She knew for sure that nobody would pick it up or it would be unreachable. Out of blue, the call got connected and on the other side the normal ring was playing on. Each second seemed like an hour or more. She felt heavy in her heart. On the verge of the disconnection someone picked up the call and a heavy deep voice shook Myra.

Wendy was stunned when the call disconnected. It was the first time I'd ever ended the call on her. And why did I do it before even explaining myself properly? She still didn't know where I was. She called me again, only to hear the robotic voice telling her, "The number you have dialed cannot be reached at this moment. Please try again later." Wendy tried to text me, but when the messages didn't go through, her mind went blank.