Ghosted Synopsis Novels & Stories

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

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I say with a yawn as I tug at his arm. “Of course, Pet. Maybe I should rest as well.” He responds as he gets back in the bed with me. He spoons me as I lay on my side. He puts his arm and leg over me, giving me a weighted blanket effect, and I quickly fall asleep. However, I wish I hadn’t fallen asleep. My dreams start off fine, but then the pretty forest I was running through on a summer evening quickly morphed into the club. The edges of the dream become blurred, signaling I’m in a premonition. Zane and I are talking with Ghost, who is doing drugs, while we sit with him in the VIP lounge. There’s different supernatural drugs mixed with human ones. Ghost is mixing supernatural drugs with hu

Ghost’s fingers flew across the keyboard, screens reflecting off his glasses in rapid flashes of blue and white. Every camera feed in the city was up. Every traffic cam. Every toll booth. Every intersection. And none of it was enough. “She’s in a black sedan,” Ghost muttered. “Tinted windows. No plates. They knew what they were doing.” I paced behind him, chest tight, hands shaking. I couldn’t sit. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

Normally, the sound of men moving, talking, working would be a constant hum in the background, but now it’s just stillness. Ghost doesn’t say anything as we get into the car, but I can tell he’s watching me. I don’t ask what’s on his mind. I don’t want to know. The drive is quiet at first, the low rumble of the engine the only sound between us. Eventually, Ghost speaks. “You’re waiting for something to go wrong.” It’s not a question. I stare out the window. “Everything’s too calm. It doesn’t feel right.” Ghost nods slightly. “You were trained to expect betrayal. That shit doesn’t go away overnight.”

AIDEN "Have you found anything?" I ask the Ghost, holding a tumbler of whiskey in one hand as I gaze out at the star-studded sky from the balcony. "Nothing suspicious yet," the Ghost replies, his deep voice resonating through my earpiece. The richness of his tone seems almost artificial, which isn't surprising given the person's efforts to conceal their identity. As someone known only by their alias, their true nature remains a mystery. For all I know, a woman could be orchestrating operations from behind the scenes, utilizing advanced voice alteration technology to disguise her voice. I shrug, indifferent to the Ghost's gender, as long as they deliver results.

“I am here to take your life.” James’s eyes widened. Every cell in his body went into shock as the cold eyes of the killer met his. “Who are you?” “You don’t need to know. A dead person like you.” “Who the heck are you?” “They call me Ghost,” the figure smiled. “And you’re about to find out why.” “Stop!” James ran, his mother’s face flashing through his mind – he couldn’t leave her to face another loss. “Running only makes it worse,” Ghost called out, footsteps methodically searching the room. “Accept your fate, and I’ll make it quick.”

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

" My vision started to blur as the flames on the cruise ship, the charred bodies, and the pitch-black sea faded away. Everything dissolved like a washed-out oil painting. … I found myself standing in a pure white space, with the cold system interface floating in front of me. It displayed, [Congratulations, Player 66, on your final victory. Withdrawable amount: 10,098,800,000.] I stared at the number, and fragments of memory surfaced in my mind. A luxurious but terrifyingly empty mansion, covered in mess and sealed with official notices. Dad aged decades overnight, and he sat slumped on the only old couch that had not been taken.