Ghosttown At Sundown Novels & Stories

Jones had had on everything back then. The mail delivery came then, and Jody received the bundle of envelopes. With a smile to Becca Bryn as she gave it to her. “So, what’s the scoop here in the Blue Moon? Any new sightings of the ghost or things going bump in the night? The tourists are asking if there are ghost tours and such. Oh, and I now have a new batch of souvenirs in all ghost-themed just in time for the ghost hunters to come and film here.”

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

When we walked on a familiar road, I guessed that we were heading to the cemetery. And I was right. "You really chose midnight to go here, Syd?" I asked her when we walked into the gate, and she laughed. "Yeah! Isn't it exciting? Are you seeing anything spooky?" She asked me, and I looked around but failed to see any ghosts around here. "Nope," I said and happily dragged her with me as I already knew what we went here for. "Ooh, where are they…? Oh, there! Come on, slowpoke." I mumbled as I tried to find that particular spot where her parents were resting.

Angelo waited for us a few steps ahead. "Mama! Look over there!" my daughter cried, pointing to the curb. A ragged man was rummaging through a trash bin. His dirty face looked like Giovanni's. When he noticed us, his eyes lit up, and he lurched toward us. "Get back!" another vagrant barked, shoving him down. "Are you trying to get us all chased out of here? If you touch that lady, we're the ones who'll pay for it!" A flurry of blows followed. Giovanni curled in on himself and went silent.

Sundown in two hours. And Duskbane is screaming.

Something monumental and eventful would be happening tonight. Jens came near to the golf course at midnight. Usually, there were not many people around this area. The plants had long been overgrown. The surroundings were extremely remote and quiet. Jens daydreamed while he sat down on the circular plaza of the golf course. The clock on the clock tower would ring on the hour. When it rang out loud at 12 in the morning, Jens suddenly thought about what Savannah had said. Today was the Ghost Festival. Many ghosts would roam the world at midnight.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

The sky sparkled, although not much was going on on it. Stationary clouds gave no alarm for a storm. For most parts of Fridgeton, this was the kind of night perfect for cookouts. Holly Creeks was anything but...holy. An out-of-town region on the eastern border, it was a ghostown having a head count of less than 50. It went without saying that not too many people paid it a visit. This, however, couldn't be said for a young man who zoomed out from the shadows.

Saturday. Sundown Forest, NY. JAMIE CREPT FORWARD, DUCKING under the boughs of an older tree. The scent of damp, good earth was overlaid with a more alarming odor. That of gasoline. The closer they got to the mining facility, the stronger it got. This close he could even catch flashes of movement through the tree limbs up ahead. Whatever was going on, they'd upset the local birds who were flitting back-and-forth overhead making a ruckus.

Like you actually mean it. For the first time in a long while, the heat building low in her stomach didn’t feel manufactured. It felt real. Dangerous. She sat back down, crossing her legs elegantly, and stared straight into the lens. “Was that slow enough for you, Ghost?” His reply came within seconds. Ghost: $10,000 more if you cancel whatever plans you had tonight and stay online with me instead.