Ghostly Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Hugo said, turning to Dawn and Valerie, his eyes staying on Dawn. However, the latter didn’t think much of it. Are ghosts really that scary? For a person who has died once and was technically a soul that replaced someone else’s, would she still be afraid of ghosts? At the moment, she was bored. As they were walking, they caught up with Jace’s group. “What is it? Did you see something?” Ashlyn asked. “Yeah.. Look up. Don’t you see a shadow? Look! It has red eyes!” Jace pointed at the second floor as he crouched slightly.

I gasped softly, stepping into the dark silence. "Cilia..." A soft voice called out to me, I flinched backward a bit, glanced around but saw no one. "Ha ha ha ha ha..." A heavy masculine voice laughed loudly from inside the garage, turning off the lights and slamming the door shut. I spun around, looking at the garage door, wondering if someone just entered. "Cilia..." The voice called out again. "But that sounded so creepy, so familiar like the voice in my dream." I said, gulping a large quantity of saliva, still glancing around.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

It was displayed. My chest tightened as I lifted it with a gloved hand. The scent hit immediately, chemical, sharp, layered with something metallic underneath. Chlorine and cold steel. A smell I had not encountered in years but recognized all the same. It was the same ghost note that had clung to the air the night my parents died. This was not chaos. It was not a fight gone wrong or a rogue passing through. This was intent. Someone had gotten close enough to Owen to inject him, or had taken him elsewhere and left this behind as a message. Either option required control, preparation, and knowledge of what we were.

"And perhaps, a ghost who has a score to settle with the Reeds." ***

And suddenly, the room felt too quiet, the air too still, like the entire house was holding its breath. My mind raced, clicking through possibilities. Twins? A cruel trick? Some elaborate game Claire planned before she, before she didn't die? Or was it someone else entirely, wearing her face? I grabbed the phone again, scrolling for clues. The number was untraceable, of course. No name. Just that one chilling message. "You can't bury ghosts, Penny. They always dig their way out." I whispered it to myself, testing the weight of it. Not just a warning, a promise.

The one burdened by centuries of regret. But then he turned sharply, nostrils flaring. “We’re not alone.” My pulse jumped. “What?” He motioned for silence. The air shifted. A faint shimmer appeared in the distance, like light bending wrong. Then I saw it like a shape, pale and trembling, emerging from the fog. A wolf. No… not alive. Its eyes glowed white, its body translucent, trailing mist. A spirit of Meadow Pack “What is that?” I breathed. Varic drew his sword in one swift motion. “A ghost wolf. Bound to this place.”

Then—movement. Behind her. A shadow. It moved too fast. Too low. My breath caught. “Ghost?” I whispered. I leaned closer to the glass. But Ghost was supposed to be patrolling the front side tonight. I’d heard him tell Luce. This wasn’t his route. He wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near the woods behind the cabin. Then who the hell was that? A hunter? A ghost? A memory? Or something darker, watching us sweat and fight and fuck from the trees?

The air smelled of mold and rust. Eli’s heart started racing again. The darkness from the ballroom still lingered in his mind. He pulled against the chains, panic rising fresh in his chest. “Hello?” he called out, voice hoarse. “Is anyone there?” A figure stepped out from the shadows in the corner of the room. Tall. Thin. Wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled up. The person moved closer until the light from the bulb illuminated their face. Eli’s breath caught. The Ghost.

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.