Ghostly Hitchhiker Novels & Stories

That day, I was doing a long-haul run on the Sicherian-Timbre Highway when I met a young couple halfway along the journey. Standing in the middle of the road, they waved at me, signaling for me to stop. There were quite a lot of hitchhikers in this area. I had met quite a few before. However, they were usually women in thick makeup. You could tell what kind they were at a glance. I barely make anything driving long distances, while they just spread their legs and earn money easily. This couple, though, really looked like tourists. They must have gotten into some trouble, which was why they were hitching a ride.

" Predictably, Jane panicked, her urgency clashing with my cool demeanor. The room was filled with bewilderment. As I ticked off the list of organs for donation, Jane grabbed my hand, holding it down. "You can't sign this!" I chuckled. "Jane, why are you so desperate to stop me? Don't tell me they're not actually dead." A trace of alarm flashed in her eyes, as if she made a tough choice. "Silvia, come with me." She led me to a hospital room I had never seen before. The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks.

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

“Can you trace it?” Ghost shrugged. “Eventually. It’ll take time. Whoever this guy is, he knows how to hide. But I got one thing.” He tapped the screen. “A name. Hector.” The room went still. Ciara’s breath caught. Cormac’s jaw tightened. Cedric muttered a curse under his breath. I felt Ciara’s hand brush mine not for comfort, but for confirmation. She already knew what that name meant. Ghost stood. “I’m going to start tearing through the reroutes. Might take hours. Might take days. But I’ll get him.”

“Hurry, Father. You must help Ian!” Adam steeled his nerves, took a deep breath, and forced his legs to take him across the hot, charred ground as fast as he could. He had to weave around a few spirits who were so opaque and dense that they could have easily passed as real people. He debated whether they were even aware of him as they moved aimlessly about in a zombie like manner.

I, Draco and thief kept staring at him with unusual look when he bite down one bar of cage and pulled out pig and dig his all sharp teeth inside his. Pig blood dribble all around floor when it hit me who was he “HUNGER GHOST…..” I said with fearful eye. Jasmine POV: “HUNGER GHOST…..” I almost screamed and turned to Draco “HE.. HE IS SUMMONED BY HUNGER GHOST, HURRY UP… WE HAVE TO LEAVE OR HE WILL EAT US ALIVE” I screamed and nudge Draco and thief to free themselves as I myself tired to lose knots on my hand and legs, in meantime hunger ghost ate entire pig alive and moved to eat hen.. as he kept eating we three hurried to free our self, I was unskilled but managed to lose knots on my feet’s

My breath hitched. The shadows weren’t just moving. They were watching. A figure stood just beyond the fire’s reach. Tall, grotesquely thin, its elongated limbs too long for its body. Its skin was a pale, sickly grey, stretched tight over its bones. It had no eyes. Just black, cavernous sockets. And yet—I felt its gaze. The whisper returned, curling around me like cold fingers. “Come closer.” The voice slithered into my mind, a sickly sweet invitation that sent ice through my veins.

"How did you find this place?" "Just passing through." He couldn't see Lorenzo's spirit, but he had caught a glimpse of the dissipating mist and the black residue on the ground. A chill ran down his spine. "This place is haunted!" Marco took a panicked step back. "Haunted?" I held up my phone, showing him the recording bar pulsing on the screen. "Marco, a traitor with blood on his hands like you would have a guilty conscience." "You… how much did you hear?" Marco gripped his gun, trying to feign composure.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.