Ghosts Of Reach Novels & Stories

Once night came, Rey couldn’t help but ask, “…Are you really sure that we’ll see the ghost tonight, brother Gerald…?” “Putting it simply, all ghosts instinctually feel the need to return to crime scenes involving them. Adding that to the fact that night is usually the most active time for ghosts, I’m pretty sure that the grudgeful ghost will make a return!” replied Gerald. With how confident Gerald sounded, Rey was inclined to believe that Gerald must be right. Seeing that Rey had asked, Gerald took his phone out to check the time… Apparently, it was already ten. Nodding as he slid his phone back into his pocket, Gerald then said, “Alright, let’s make our move!”

The things we buried with lies. I’d cleaned up loose ends tonight. But ghosts don’t die quietly. They leave echoes. And those echoes were already finding their way back.

Swiftly, Jameson sprang into action, delivering decisive blows that vanquished countless ghosts, rescuing Dakota from peril. Dakota trembled as he inquired, "What is happening? I sense nothing but a chilling terror!" Jameson shielded Dakota, wielding his sword with precision to dispatch the ghosts. "Remain composed, my lord," he reassured, "These disturbances are the machinations of lackeys from Scarlet Summit. Follow me, and I shall lead you to safety."

She put down the picture and ran to the sofa, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Mommy, you’re being lazy again! I’m going back to our old home to get the music box. Then, I can wake you up!” Seeing her determined to leave, I instinctively reached out for an umbrella, wanting to remind her that it was raining outside. Alas, my hand passed right through her body! In that instant, I suddenly remembered—I was dead. I could never protect her like before.

Ethan grabbed his father’s arm. “We’re not leaving you again.” Richard gave him a proud smile. “That’s exactly what I hoped you’d say.” Then, from the darkness behind the attackers, another voice rang out. Cold. Commanding. Unmistakably familiar. “Kill Richard Blackwood.” Everyone froze. Marcus slowly turned toward the approaching figures. Standing at the center of the armed team… With Margaret beside him in handcuffs… Was Samuel Reid. The Ghost. He raised his pistol and pointed it directly at Richard.

Either Cutter was nuts, she was, or they both were, but Ru had to find out what was going on. It took Cutter a while to say anything at all as they drove back toward Reaper’s Hollow, though she knew he wouldn’t go through town, taking an alternate route out into the woods where the old house stood. She’d never been there, as rumor had it the dilapidated building was difficult to find, though in high school a few of her friends claimed to have gone there and been chased off by the ghost of Katrina Van Tassel. “What do you know about the history of Reaper’s Hollow?” Cutter asked once he’d settled down a little bit.

They found the jungle almost blind. But the darkness was not loud enough for their heightened senses to pick up the danger which laid ahead of them "What could that sign mean?" "I wouldn't know, Mal..!" A quick silence was broken by another scream, then a frustrated hiss. White light flared behind them, and a panel shattered, plunging them into total darkness. They stumbled together and slowly made their way through the network of narrow pathways. Within moments they were on the other side, lying panting on the hard concrete ground in the brief flare of golden sunlight. Initial thought was that they were saved by their guardian, then they heard what sounded like a whimper from a nearby shado

Every step burned me to the core. Before Olivia’s wedding, I stayed at Frank’s, and at Olivia’s wedding I had reservations, but the entire event got me through it very well. Deep down I felt the grief that was twisting me, but the family helped me a lot. I honestly didn’t understand why, after that accident, things were totally different? Why was the pain deeper? And why was Kevin’s ghost always following me? Why did it feel like I was being followed and at any moment I could be shot again? “You know you don’t have to do this, but if you really want to, we’ll do it together,” said Mike as he took my hand.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

Before I left, I suddenly remembered something, and I turned back to say to him, "By the way, the director has passed away. Her grave is right there, so you should remember to pay your respects." I walked away as Ian looked on with shock and regret. After leaving the cemetery, I decided to go home and pack up my things. Ian might have felt guilty at that moment, but how long would his guilt last? It was not the first time Ian felt that way about me, but it was only temporary. It was not easy to forget the young days when we would embrace each other for warmth in the basement. He used to occasionally remember those times when we depended on each other, but he had never apologized to me direct