Novel & Cerita Ghostface Backstory

Instead of answering Lucy, Frank smiled at her, asking her why she would go that far even if she did not fancy their chances. "For Jojo." Lucy stroked her belly as she relieved her memories. "She was my friend, and one might even say that she's the reason Zac and I got together…" Then, her voice turned somber, as the memories became painful. "That is, until three days ago… We were hanging out at a karaoke bar when we ran into The Ghosters." She growled through her teeth, shivering and rubbing between her brow. "That was when I met Ghost—or perhaps I should say the man calling himself Ghost.

I have my own loved one to worry about. I put my forehead in my hands and close my eyes. “Milo, please, Babe. Please answer me. I can’t take it anymore. Just tell me you’re safe. Tell me you’re alive in one of the ambulances or something.” A sooty hand rests on my knee. My breath catches in my chest when I see it. There’s a tattoo of a wolf covered in a floral bed sheet on top of his wrist. The wolf’s tail is sticking out from under the sheet and there are holes for his nose and steel-gray eyes. He got the tattoo because we were drunk one night and thought the idea of Ghost being terrible at being an actual ghost was hilarious. The next morning, we woke up naked in the meadow. He had the tat

“I am sorry about what you guys are passing through but don’t worry, I am figuring out a way to help Echo, I will do my best to help you too.” I am curious about him though, I want to know how long he has been a ghost, how he became a ghost, where he stayed before they met and even why he dresses like this but I think its too early to ask questions, I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable or maybe I can just ask Echo, she might know a little more about him. “Thanks, Echo was right about you, you are a good person.” He said and I wonder what she told him about me.

Jackson waited to see if the doctor would request one as well, but he was too preoccupied with healing those around him to worry about smoking. Pete nervously picked his way past the zombie-like ghosts. He hugged Adam’s doctor bag close to his chest with one hand while the other rested on the butt of his pistol. It wasn’t that long ago that he’d witnessed Harold being torn to shreds by these… whatever they were. Beads of sweat coated his forehead and neck when he finally reached them. “I left my family’s trappin’ business to seek life and maybe some adventure. I’m sorry I did that.”

Those who had discovered the truth were swiftly silenced, their secrets dying with them. The rumors about The Ghost were the stuff of criminal legend. They said he could walk through walls, that he had spies in every major organization, that he could make people disappear without a trace. Some said he wasn't human at all, but a vengeful spirit who had returned from the dead to punish the wicked. Victor did nothing to discourage these tales—in fact, he cultivated them.

Patrick's body stiffened instantly as if nailed to the floor. "You... What did you say? No, that’s impossible. Johnny has congenital heart disease, and Winnie happened to be a match. That’s why I asked her to donate her heart. But I clearly instructed the doctors to take good care of her! How could they have left her wounds untreated?" Before the officer could respond, Patrick's emotions suddenly shifted. A mocking smile appeared on his face as he shook his head and muttered to himself, "I see. You guys must not be real police officers. That crazy woman must have sent you to impersonate them, right? There's nothing she wouldn't do!

“I thought it was weird too, which is why I launched a detailed investigation into Greyson. After several days of tailing him and looking into him, I managed to find some information on him. Greyson used to be a gangster who took part in scams, abductions, fights, and brawls. He only got back on the right track two years ago when he opened his shop in the Western District. Since then, he has spent the years as a model citizen without committing any crimes.

I asked, curious to know why he took her. Ghost hesitated for a while before clearing his throat. “Her father owes me so much money.” He said, lighting up a cigarette. “And I want my money back.” I couldn’t hold back a scoff. “You didn’t think to talk to me about it? Instead, you almost got her killed and kidnapped her on her birthday.” Ghost laughed. “Coming from someone who murdered her parents?” He asked rhetorically. “I didn’t think you would want to spend so much money in exchange for her freedom.”

He retired about five years ago, letting his sons manage his company. “What does he want with Benny?” “That’s why Rain paid Amanda a visit.” Ghost shrugged; his tone was calm. “We have to do this the old way. This guy was squeaky clean. He paid his taxes to the last dime, not even a parking ticket.” “Squeaky clean,” I huffed, sliding my phone back into my jeans pocket. “Too fucking clean.” I pursed my lips. “What about the wife? How did she die?” Ghost checked his phone. “Boat accident fifteen years ago.”

“So, the whole story about your dad killing your mom, the tragedy that supposedly brought you here… that was a lie?” She sighed, guilt flashing in her eyes. “Yeah, Callie. I’m really sorry for lying to you. I needed a cover. I’ve been tracking this guy- our ‘host’- for years. He’s a ghost. No one could get close to him. I had to take some risks to get here.” I crossed my arms, trying to contain the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. This was shocking, no, mind-blowing. Never in a million years did I expect this.