Ghosts Book Summary 소설 & 이야기

For a moment, I thought it was the scent of the ghost-some of the books I had read while growing up had mentioned that ghosts usually have scents and that’s how a few special people in the fantasy books had been able to tell that a ghost had been at a particular place or was there at the present. Now watching him, looking around the room, before his eyes came in contact with mine and stayed, I was beginning to wonder if my theory of the ghosts was true. It sure was written in fantasy books, but isn’t my life and pack, a fantasy to the reality of plain ordinary humans? Perhaps, just perhaps...the ghost theory might be right. "Did the Alpha sleep here?" He asked, peering at me closely.

Warmth surged throughout his body as it slowly took on a solid form and he could feel the wetness of the water on his skin. He leant forward from behind her. "Thank you..." he whispered in her ear. At the same time, a gust of cold wind brushed past and fluttered her wet hair in mid-air. She froze at the sudden abnormality and crossed her hands over her exposed chests. Her body trembled when a pair of cold arms appeared out of nowhere and wrapped her slender waist from behind. From the dimmed reflection on the glass, she could vaguely see someone with long hair and a muscular body; smiling at her. Her face turned as white as the white sheet. Is that the female ghost she saw last night?

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

The book is totally shit! But..but..Damn!!! Where are the first 30 pages? Someone should have torn those pages. But who? And why? If it's is a human then where is he? By chance is he watching our every movement? But..but.. from where? I gulped down nervously. I don't want to believe this book. Without my knowledge, the book slipped out of my hand and I looked down at the book like I'm facing the real ghost and the sentence read, "...eyes, pale skin human."

Shaking her head, she said, "But aren't you only like that because you idiotically accepted an accursed book from a nobody? You said, you don't even believe in ghosts before you got that." He sighed and took out the book which always appeared inside his pocket for several months now. The book was giving off a mysterious vibe due to its black worn-out cover featuring a faceless monster. He got it from a fake friend who had styled himself as a book collector. Nathan was a horror writer so he accepted the creepy book. His initial objective was only to look for more ideas and inspiration. Who would have thought the horror writer who never believed in ghost would suddenly start seeing creepy ghos

​The Ghost-Archive ​"They’re ghosts, Aara," I realized, touching the flickering wall. The static reacted to my "Presence," momentarily forming the shape of a face, a city, a line of alien script, before dissolving back into chaos. "This is what happens when you don't ground your story in the stone. You become a 'Residual-Echo.'"

Some were made of leather, others of scales, and some in what might have been human skin. In the center, a pool of black water reflected no light. “The Library of Things That Were,” the ghost announced. “Every book here tells of the old agreement, the first prophecies. The Bridge especially.” Tamara moved to the nearest shelf. The books whispered as she passed, like they recognized her. “This one,” the ghost said, pulling out a book that looked like a piece of the night sky. “Start here.” Tamara opened it. The words weren't English. Weren't any language she knew. But she understood them.

Their hands are almost touching. A shiver ran down my spine. Some ghosts don’t need to haunt you. They just wait until you find them again. And tonight, I had.

Cecily grabbed my hand and started hurrying into the restaurant. I wasn't sure if I was seeing things, but when I headed up the stairs, I thought I saw a familiar figure. However, I didn't think much of it. I figured it was a figment of my imagination as a result of dashing around too quickly. It was more important for us to find the private room Ian had booked. … Wendy covered her mouth. Her eyes pooled with tears as she felt a wave of joy. It was as if she'd finally regained something she'd lost.

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.