Ghosts That We Knew Novels & Stories

For a long time, no reaper considered using ghosts to hunt down other ghosts and use them for convenience! "There are only a few of us as reapers, and millions of people die each day." K Whatever truthfully stated. Garfield and all the other ghosts were astounded. Garfield blurted out, "I didn’t know you still have a brain." K Whatever punched him from his side for his remarked before looking at the other ghosts. "Well? What do you say? Lets’ use each other?" "How do we know you aren’t just saying that?" A little ghost boy asked.

But I know we can’t keep running from the ghosts that built this pack. Tonight, we walk back into the heart of them.

I managed to get on my feet "Look I am sorry, this is all my fault, I just wanted you to notice me, it's been 11 years and I was so happy you could see us again" "Thanks for your help, wait did you say us?" "There's a lot of us, and you're the only one who can see us " Then I remembered that old lady from the bus "so you're trying to say, I can see all ghosts, and I once saw you guys before, then suddenly I didn't ?" "yeah" "Why don't I remember?" He shakes his head "We don't know, and you were still pretty young " "Why are there ghosts? I thought when someone dies they go to heaven Or hell or something "

The nagging suspicion that had been lodged in my throat all this time was finally about to be revealed. I grabbed a chair and smashed it against the class window. As shards of glass flew everywhere, I only felt a strange sense of relief. When I turned around, the ghosts were standing quietly behind me. Their already pale faces now seemed nearly transparent. I gave Erin's trembling hand a comforting squeeze and said, "Don't look or follow me. I'll handle this. Just don't try to remember anything. Forget it all." The ghosts exchanged glances. Ghosts seemed to have an innate fear of those who'd directly or indirectly caused their deaths. Even after all these years, that terror, watered by hatre

Each door to the room we passed by was open, and all four were empty, even the bathroom. “Aren’t you and Benny a thing?” He said. My shoulders went rigid. Suddenly, I’m creeped out for a different reason. How the fuck does Ghost know about Benny and me? Although we’re not a couple - not yet, at least - no one knows about us. Or so I thought. “What?” Ghost pinned me with a stare, glowering. “That’s strange. I definitely heard footsteps.” He headed downstairs, backpedaling to where we had entered. “Wait, you didn’t answer my question. What makes you think Benny and I are a thing?”

i said, i was looking forward to what he was really going to say. "Do you know how is that possible? " he asked. "No i don't I'm confused too" i answered . "That means you have a ghost clone" he now revealed it. "what does that mean?" I asked again. He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me.

“Gone where?” “Just… gone,” I said quietly. “No calls, no letters. You mourned them. And then one day, they reach out, saying they want to explain.” Her eyes lingered on my face, gentle and searching. “And you don’t know if you should listen.” I nodded. “Yes.” She smiled, a small, knowing thing. “Oh, Freya. Life is full of ghosts that aren’t dead.” I blinked. “What?”

Maisy Things don't make sense when you are face to face with the dead. Two of them. Of all the secrets revealed today, The realization that I was one of them hit harder than any pain I could ever feel. I was a monster. It didn't look real and I definitely didn't want it to feel real but here it was, I could see ghosts. "What do they want in return Maisy?" Eric's trembling voice echoed. I turned in his direction then back at the spirits before me. The words lingered in my throat a little longer than they should have but I managed to say them.

And ghosts always came back. Always.

It was a lot to take in. I needed a long time to process it all. My ghostly roommate was actually a legendary former employee of my own company. I closed my laptop with mixed emotions. “So… did the accident trap you here?” After a long silence, Nathaniel’s voice echoed softly in my head. It was faint, almost hazy. “It wasn’t an accident.” My heart dropped. Before I could ask for details, the voice vanished. The next few days at the office were quiet.