Ghosts Of My Girlfriends Past Novels & Stories

he asked in heavily accented English. Grace smiled. "Of course. We used to be friends, but..." She let the sentence hang before suddenly changing the subject. "How's Chloe these days? Oh." She covered her mouth. "I forgot. She died a long time ago. I'm sorry." Her expression looked apologetic. Her eyes didn't. I tightened my grip on my champagne glass, barely holding back my anger. Grace kept going. "What brings you to Corvenia? Chasing love again? Selena, you've always been like that. You dive headfirst into love without thinking. Maybe you should open your eyes and make sure the guy actually wants you."

"Ah… I can't take it… That new toy I just got should feel amazing, right?" It was the weekend. My girlfriend, Marissa Thomas, had gone out with a few of her college roommates. Before she left, she said her godmother wasn't feeling well that day and asked me to help keep an eye on her small convenience store. I'd just seen off a group of customers and was about to head to the storage room to move some drinks piled near the entrance when I heard those sounds. And I'd watched enough videos sent by my perverted roommate to recognize what kind of sounds they were instantly.

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories. "It's getting dark , take this book and go read it " he said and gave me the strange old looking book. "Thank you sir, i have much appreciated your help" i said. Now i knew what it was all about, all those confusions were caused by him, my ghost clone. It was night already and the time was 7: 15 pm . I had to rush home , it was not safe for me to be lonely at this time. When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling

Savannah hummed slightly to ease the tension. She glanced briefly at her boss', continuing her humming which just added the creepiness to the condition. "I heard that forest is usually the place where those..." Savannah didn't continue her word. She frowned, then continued, "My college friend who had ever gone camping in a forest said that he often disturbed by a certain lady with long white dress and hair. Her face was so scary ... glaring eyes, rotten flesh, and splattered blood." Savannah stopped for a moment to add to the effect. "He said that she followed him everywhere after that. Popping in the bathroom, creeping up his bedroom ceiling ... stating that the creepy lady wants to be toge

he explained and the pain in his voice was just weird. "he loves you as well, Chris, " I said and he chuckled. "no, no he doesn't, and all of that because he blames me for the death of his girlfriend, who he accused me of loving, " Chris said and I stared at him. "his girlfriend?" I asked and I think he realized what he said because he just stared at the ground, and I asked again "Chris what are you talking about?" "I shouldn't say, " he said and I stood up and started trying to calm myself down and said, "Chris, you know, they say, never piss off a pregnant woman and especially if she's a mafia princess, " and I think he started to think about it.

++++++++++++ Suicide Story 2: Marissa My Fight With the Diva Marissa of the Guerrero Theater My love-hate relationship with this infamous theater ghost has already been documented here in the Spa and with the Paranormal All Stars. If you want to know more about it, please chjeck some of the earlier stories in this book. This happened end of last year when I along with my co-team members of the Paranormal All Stars decided to visit the Guerrero Theater and found it closed. Eventually, Marissa made an appearance and seemed to have recognized me and acted negatively to my presence.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

Clearly, it was my fault and now I was bearing the consequences. I still wished I could have gotten rid of those nightmares that were drying up my soul more every day. The doctor told me everything I needed to know. I didn’t turn down the idea of dating other women, either. After all this time, I was trying to see Carla as a life partner. She was a beautiful woman. I felt she loved me, but I didn’t. I couldn’t command my heart. She loved who she wanted.