Novel & Cerita Ghosts Ellie Goulding

She disappeared and the three of them stared at her empty chair. “What?!! Did she just disappear?” June shouted in anguish. “Well, if you can’t see her than that obviously means…” Elizabeth said in an awe. “That was a rhetorical question, and you don’t answer a rhetorical question,” June gritted her teeth. “Ha-ha, good point,” Meredith said with amusement. “This whole thing looks like a plan to get us killed,” Elizabeth was finding it hard to snap out of the shock. “Yes, about that! Technically I cannot die I am a ghost. I am already dead,” June said with a smirk.

he murmured. The voice returned—closer this time. “Turn back before the curse claims you.” Elara swallowed hard. A test. This place had been abandoned for decades, yet something still lingered here, guarding its secrets. She squared her shoulders. “We don’t have time for riddles,” she called into the dark. “Show yourself.” A moment passed. Then—a flicker of movement. Pale, spectral figures emerged from the tunnel walls like mist forming into shapes. Ghosts. Their hollowed-out faces and empty eyes flickered with magic, remnants of those who had died within these cursed tunnels.

But the profile picture caught my attention. A blurry shot of a beach. Not some influencer beach photo but just a distant shoreline, taken from far away. The caption read: Some ghosts never rest. That word shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did. Because for weeks, I’d been dreaming of one. Elara. I shook my head quickly, pushing the thought away. That was ridiculous. Elara was gone. Dead. Everyone said so. Still, I clicked the account again, checking the mutuals. No followers except three accounts that looked fake. It had to be a burner.

Only the sounds of her steps crushing the dried leaves as she walks, It is summer already. Arianna got tired and found a spot then she sat on a plank of fallen wood, brought out her phone, and went to her YouTube page. There was this mysterious eerie movie, her friends talk about, it was about a ghost who fell in love with a human and have to sacrifice a lot to turn herself back into a human. "I want to see how it will end, that beauty bitch Ella didn't tell me the last part," she said.

She radiated a terrifying presence. However, there was a problem. Eliza, a famous ghost from the fog-shrouded city of Blackmoor, already dominated the long-haired ghoul archetype. Viewers would automatically compare this ghost to Eliza and dismiss her as ordinary, leaving her perpetually at the bottom of the NPC popularity rankings.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

“None of us are in the news. No one knows who we are… well, except Ellie, which is why she’s wearing a nose mask. We’ll be ghosts. Promise.” Ellie stepped up beside me, arms folded. “Damien. Brother. Stop being such a big bodyguard slash obsessed boyfriend. Let us go…let us have this.” He opened his mouth to argue again. I pouted…full-on, bottom-lip-out pout…and whispered, “Please?” His shoulders dropped. He groaned again, louder this time, then yanked me against him by the waist. I gasped as every hard inch of him pressed right against my stomach through his shorts. He dipped his head, lips brushing my ear.

Now, I was interested. " Did I something?" Ellie chuckled and scrolled through her phone, and I seized it from her to see what she was hiding, it was a sound recorder, and I played it. "Ohhh, I need you, Declan. Take me to the higher realm!" I moaned. Oh my world! Who would have thought? Someone dig a hole and let me enter in right now! I turned it off immediately as blush covered my cheeks and I found it hard to look at him. So, I was blurting my dreams out.

"She's afraid of ghosts." Hamish chuckled. "The ghosts in those things are just actors hired by the program. What's there to be afraid of?" Elliot glared at him. "If a ghostly woman with a red tongue suddenly appears in the darkness in front of you, even you would be startled." Hamish, noticing Elliot's anxiety, grinned. "There's no point in worrying. Their phones must be turned off for the show. Don't worry, with Chase there, nothing awful will happen. Oh, isn't that Wylie? No wonder we can't reach her. Seems that she and Sophia are both participating in this show."

that sums up. But then again, ghosts aren't real. I guess he's proof? My breath comes quicker as I approach the apartment. Every shadow feels alive, every sound louder, but yet, dull. When I finally reach the door, my hands are shaking so badly I fumble with the keys twice before I manage to unlock it. The moment I step inside, Ellie’s voice cuts through the air, almost giving me a fright. “You’re late. Where the hell have you been?” She’s sitting casually on the couch, a half-eaten bag of chips beside her. Her hair is up in a messy bun, and she looks up from her phone with a frown.