Ghosted Whispers Novels & Stories

the whispering spirit mumbles and all her body disappears. "What the fuck is that? Shit!" A voice wails at a being that just appeared in his room.

Without her realizing it, her long-buried grievances seemed to be easing away. Her eyes turned watery. The lyrics were a bunch of simple and straightforward words, yet she found herself completely absorbed in them. "Whisper of the Silence." Danise smiled. "Lovely song, isn't it?" "Whisper... of the Silence?" A glimmer appeared in her lifeless gaze. "Such a beautiful name. Is this your latest work?" "How I wish. It's Kyle." Staring into her eyes, he continued, "He composed it with hopes that it could reach the ears of somebody he misses."

she went back to the gap looked at the stars as she talked to herself. she wished her life was perfect like what the neighbors thought of it. she went down on her knees and pleaded before going to bed. Baraka, the boy living subsequent house to mercy, was at the dining table by himself, his parents were out on a business trip as usual. after he’s done with his meal, he went to bed, took his phone and called mercy to say goodnight. ‘‘I can bill the gloom in your speech even from the phone, so what’s going on with you?’’ baraka commanded

The fact is that if I will be seen by such creature my demise would be imminent. It was rather odd that En was quite in this whole endeavor. He might be trying to contact the powerful being in order to help me or he’s just busy with trying to block the maddening whispers that were trying to invade my mind. I scratched my ears as the insistent buzzing due to the miasma made my ear itchy, like listening to an ASMR but instead of sweet nothings all you could hear were maddening screams of those who were taken and there urge to join them in there maddening cacophony.

Her eyes glowing. And around her… were five figures. Ghosts. Gods. Whispers. And they spoke with one voice: “You are ready.”

she softly whispered. His lips trembled as he replied, “More than my life itself.” “Then don’t choose silence,” she urged. “Not for yourself. Not for me.” The ghost’s laughter cut through both of them. “Beautiful lies. She tells you not to choose. But when the gravestone closes, she will be the one erased.” Vincent felt the words twist inside him like sharp blades. The ghost stretched out a smoky hand, and the journal appeared in its grip, with its pages fluttering open like wings. It glowed red as it opened, revealing dozens of names carved in blood within its pages.

Willow immediately questioned, her voice revealing her fear. "I'm a ghost, I guess. I am waiting to be reunited with my body," he said while staring at the ground beneath the gravestone. "I am assuming this is one of the witch's tricks," he said after taking another look at Willow. "You are out of your body too." Willow peered at the hazy outline of her body. "I don't look like a skeleton," she observed, "not yet anyway." "Huh, she might actually like you. Don't fret. It will be alright for you soon."

The following day, I ventured out again, determined to reconnect with Brodie. This time, I pushed past the familiar two-mile marker. When I finally made the connection, it came too easily—almost alarmingly so. I refrained from speaking, choosing instead to simply sit in the silence and listen. But the quiet was unnerving. All I could hear was the relentless whisper of the wind, swirling around me like a ghost in a desolate landscape. It felt eerily still wherever Brodie was. I concentrated harder, pushing deeper into our connection, striving to see the world through his eyes.

A faint tremor rippled through the ground beneath their feet. Above them, the fracture twitched. Then something strange happened. A whisper. Soft. Barely audible. But unmistakable. Seraphine heard it inside her head. A voice. Not a language she recognized… yet somehow she understood every word. Guardian… Her breath caught. The whisper felt distant, like an echo traveling across endless space. The door… is weakening. Seraphine staggered slightly. The Immortal immediately grabbed her arm to steady her. “You heard it,” he said quietly.

Victor whispered into her ear, his gravelly voice sending a wild shiver straight down her spine. In one swift, powerful movement, Victor stepped off the ledge and plunged directly into the deep end of the pool. A loud splash echoed through the room as the heated blue water swallowed them whole. The shock of the water hit Serena instantly. Panic, cold and blinding, exploded in her chest. She couldn't swim. The moment her head went under, she lost all sense of direction. The water felt heavy, pulling her down into the deep, dark abyss. She opened her eyes underwater, seeing nothing but glowing blue bubbles and Victor's massive, dark shadow holding her.