Ghostface Billy Loomis Novels & Stories

I could duck around the corner and gather it into a presentable knot before going in. New York City was spectacular. The doorman held the door for me and offered to hail my cab. I waved him off with a smile and headed north, keeping up with the flow of people but taking the time to sight see. The sights, sounds and smells were overwhelming. I loved the energy, and I loved the people. Someone joggled my elbow and I looked over with a smile. My smile froze. Billy leered at me. “Hope. Been a long time,” he said. He had the same rotten tooth at the front of his mouth. He looked better than the last time I saw him, no longer strung out on meth. I tried to wrench my elbow from his grasp.

Billy exclaimed in surprise. "Are you Billy Dacosta?" Wolf didn't acknowledge Zoe at all, pretending not to know her. "Oh, right." Billy extended his hand, and Wolf reluctantly shook it to avoid suspicion. "I don't know what you're up to, but you're blocking the way." Billy stood in front of the elevator, blocking the way, as Wolf pointed to it. "Ah, I didn't..." Billy was now embarrassed. He was not sure how to explain, realizing that Wolf had just caught him pulling someone's hair. But Wolf pretended not to care and only mentioned something that bothered him—blocking the way.

"Transferred 20,000 dollars to account holder Billy Dickson." The notification that popped up on my phone screen was extremely eye-piercing as I waited in the noisy travel center, staring at Billy. "I've given you the money. Now hurry up and get out of my way. My wife is about to give birth!" I shouted. Billy waved the wrench in his hand, his eyes filled with nothing but greed. He glanced down at his phone screen and saw that the number of viewers on his live stream was skyrocketing. The comments were all extremely offensive too.

Ashton accepts the offer by giving the man a small nod at the same time that the young man breaks the hug with me. “Have a seat, please,” The guy tells us, and we do just that. “I’m Billy, and I live here in this cabin with my family.” Billy’s father returns with proper clothes for Ashton and hands them to him. As Ashton takes off his ragged clothes so he can wear the new clothes brought, I get distracted for a few seconds by how perfect his body is. His abs are a work of art, and should be shown at art shows! “We were attacked last night by armed robbers,” Billy continues his story, and I peel my eyes off Ashton’s hot body. “They were people that we knew and were about to take all that we h

His white blond hair could very well be all grey by now, it was impossible to tell. But Sia could read his eyes, and they were now grey with rage and lust. He was wearing a dark blue uniform that she’d seen on one of the cleaners, and it hung loose around his shoulders. He had lost weight (a lot of it) but he also seemed to have gained a few muscles. There were dark circles around his eyes, and his skin was so pale from the lack of exposure to sunlight.

Billy stood in front of the gates of Doom Cemetery. He reached out to ring the clock. He felt extremely nervous. She kept pacing wondering if someone would open the gates. He certainly learned his lesson about entering without permission. “What are you doing here?” “Bloody hell!” Billy said startled. “Why do you always just appear Dad?” “I ask again, what are you doing here Billy?” “I need to talk with you, please.” “I have nothing to say to you. Leave.” “Please Dad, I know Gia is staying here with you.”

But now I know why any team in the world could never defeat them, they were cheaters and they have been cheating all along, they will never be defeated,’ he said. ‘That’s not true,’ I replied. Then, I also realized that I had just lost almost my entire dance team so, I asked him to excuse me and then I went to my room, swallowed some of my pills and then moved out of the base. Meanwhile, the FBI agent, Jessica Strauss, after having some meaningful conversation with Mayson, a.k.a the Ghost, poured some water on Mr. Carlton who had already fainted as a result of a sneaky attack from behind by the Ghost who wanted not only to save Strauss’s life, but was also eager to have a one on one chat wit

Jody didn’t look impressed. “Gabby leant us her office to eat in so we can have some privacy. Won’t be in the way of the Ghost hunters.” “Well, I’ve been waiting years for this explanation. I’ll finish here and meet you in the office. I’ll just be a minute.” “Great, I’ll be waiting.” Smiling a little goofily. Billy left a peck on her cheek. He watched her blush a little before he stepped away from her. “Billy, we still have guests. Stop it. There’s a camera set up in the corner. I don’t know if it’s on. I don’t want to explain things or lose my job. Some of us don’t have your grandmother to fall back on.”

“We also checked her family and close friends, Young Master. Almost all of them are inactive or have been out of contact for a long time.” Billy stood up abruptly. His chair scraped harshly. “Keep searching,” he ordered coldly. “I don’t care how much it costs.” “Yes, Young Master.” Cakra left the room. Billy rubbed the back of his neck, his breathing heavy. An unpleasant feeling kept pressing on his chest. Not longing, not regret. It felt more like his pride had been trampled. “How dare you,” he muttered. His phone on the desk vibrated. A social media notification appeared from a fake account he rarely opened. Billy frowned, then swiped the screen.

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.”