Ghostly Hitchhiker Novels & Stories

The wind picked up, and the leaves rustled with an eerie whisper. "Do you feel that?" Marinetta asked, her voice tense. Harley nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "Something's not right. We need to investigate." They followed the disturbance deeper into the forest, their senses alert. As they approached a clearing, they saw a figure standing in the center, surrounded by a shimmering aura of dark energy. Marinetta and Harley approached cautiously, their hands on their weapons. The figure turned to face them, revealing a gaunt, spectral appearance. It was a ghostly apparition, its eyes filled with a haunting sadness.

I hissed. “That looks like a painful memory” A strange voice said, I turned around and saw A unfamiliar man with pure silver hair, the same color as Logans but not as long and not as pretty. Memory? My eyes scouted this strangers face, he must have been in his late thirties, early forties “Who in the hell are you?” “Just a ghost” “What do you want, Ghost?” I sneered. “I’m busy Looking for someone” “You’re not going to find him here in the in-between pup”

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

I chipped in with details to make the story as airtight as possible, hoping to make it seem as real as we could. But despite all our efforts, Helena and Howard's expressions showed growing doubt, as if they were trying to understand what we were saying without thinking we were crazy. That is, until I pulled out my phone, turned on the flashlight, and waved my finger in the air. They both froze, horrified, when they saw there was no shadow cast by my hand. "I actually asked you to come here because I wanted to ask Howard something. The version of me that you interact with—has anything seemed off about her?"

Now I had an advantage. “Love, in the end we are all murderers” He purred behind me. Suddenly pain erupted in the back of my skull. As dots flashed in my vision. I gave one last glare towards the henchmen who were still watching from afar. One of them, a male with startling sapphire eyes stiffened taking a few cautious steps forward. He appeared to be talking to the leader above me. Though with my ringing ears all I could see was black spots as they conversed before being engulfed in the claiming blackness. Maybe we should of left before the ball...

I snapped at him, annoyed he was able to grab my attention like he had. “Very well, let’s see where was I? Oh yes, one day I saw the God Anubis and was convinced I had died, I was starving and hallucinating. Anubis approached me and asked if I wanted to avenge my family and escape the dreadful place I was in. Of course, I told him I did, and before I knew it, he was biting into my neck and feeding me his blood. Only when I had awakened did I realize what had happened. I had heard rumors from the guards of monsters that hid in the dark, killing those that crossed their path or making them into the same kind of monster. Confused, I stared at an ordinary man that sat across from me, laughing wi

Thalia gasped, her hand instinctively covering her mouth, the shocking sight disrupting her initial intentions. A heavy silence enveloped the house, signaling to Thalia that something was seriously amiss. Closing her eyes, she focused on the unusual stillness, attempting to tap into the thoughts of those within. What she heard echoed in her mind sent a chill down her spine: "Help, the ghost shifters are real." "Ghost shifters?" Thalia repeated, her confusion evident. Without hesitation, her claws unsheathed, a clear sign of her readiness to confront any potential threat. Determined, she headed towards the interior of the house, her senses heightened, poised for action.

A soft beeping sound echoed through the room. Luca frowned. "That's strange." "What is it?" "My laptop..." "It's receiving a wireless signal." The signal strength rapidly increased. Then— The underground lights suddenly flickered. Every monitor switched off. Seconds later... One screen came back to life. Static filled the display. A familiar silhouette slowly appeared. The Ghost. Evelyn's expression instantly hardened. "No..." "That's impossible." The figure tilted their head. "Hello, Evelyn." The voice was distorted. Cold. Mocking.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

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