Ghostface Billy Novels & Stories

He couldn’t face that kind of guilt again before he had gotten over the one he was already suffering. Before the intruder could utter another word, Billy had his head in his mouth and ripped it clear off. Then he clawed his chest open and took out his heart. Blood was shooting out of the torn arteries as he bled out into the earth. Billy threw his head aside and followed the rest of the pack to the car.

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

Club addict, crazy b**ch, Fun psycho, and damn she hates boredom. Jimmy smirk. "Where should we meet?" He asked her as he grins. Few minutes later they ended the call and Jimmy made a happy fist in the air as he smiled. "So far, so good, everything is going as planned. He fold his arm and looked at another image on the wall as his eyes darkened. "Carlos Zack." He raised his brow. "I always get what I want." His eyes turned cold and he pressed his lips together. Dressed in a jean trousers and a white top with sneakers and his sun glasses on, Jimmy Billy stood by his car at a parking lot of a classy hotel waiting for Gabby.

No, I have not asked them properly. "What I mean is... You both can see and hear me. Are you ghosts?" I asked them, and they just went to the couch and sat there. "What do you think, sweetie? By the way, the name's Clinton, and I am... Yes, I can consider myself as one. Ghost, I mean, or my conscious self that has been floating out of my body. Mhmm." The proud gay asked and introduced himself while crossing his legs on the glass table.

"Are you planning to swindle me again?" "Well, I'll let you figure that out. I'm lazy and don't want to send someone to investigate. If you don't tell me, I'll just keep pestering your friend here. Even if he's taking a shower, I'll be the one handing him soap." Billy was quite humorous, though Felix couldn't understand why he was so eager to find him. Finally, he decided to share his whereabouts. "I'm in Gray City," Felix replied. "That's more like it. You're a man after all."

“Uncle Billy!” Gesha immediately released Giselle’s hand and ran toward the voice. Billy, who was chatting with several guests, turned around and broke into a wide smile when he saw Gesha running toward him. “Gesha!” Billy exclaimed. Without hesitation, Gesha hugged Billy tightly. Billy returned the hug and lifted Gesha into his arms. “Uncle really missed you,” Billy said while rubbing Gesha’s back. Gesha laughed softly. “I missed Uncle Billy too. It’s been a long time.”

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.