Glitchy Ghost Novels & Stories

"Even if I can't forget him, it's only because I can't forget how he abandoned me when I was at my lowest, most desperate point. If I don't make him pay with my own hands, I'll never have peace. "I brought you here because I thought he might be hiding out. I need to find him so he can do your surgery." Once Nicky was sure there was no love left in her heart for me, he relaxed. He pulled her into a tender embrace. "I'm sorry. I misunderstood." They left that dusty, forgotten place—but not before smashing our wedding photo to pieces and burning it. The flames consumed the picture, and it felt like they were consuming my soul along with it. Days passed. Adeline still hadn't heard from me.

A cold dread, sharper than the chill in the air, shot up from the soles of my feet. The patch of shadow in the corner began to writhe unnaturally, coalescing into a denser form. A human silhouette, darker than the darkness around it, slowly detached itself from the wall. It was tall and gaunt, its entire form wreathed in an impenetrable, smoky blackness. The air grew still and heavy, as if the room itself was holding its breath. Then, a voice, cold and utterly devoid of emotion, sounded not in my ears, but directly in my mind.

he answers in a bored tone, like I should’ve known this already. Like he had already told me about it, and I chose to forget. Like he didn’t just let me get thrown into a literal survival test without any information whatsoever. But in the midst of my guide-loathing, something he said strikes me. “What do you mean “including the literal ones”?” Allison throws me a crazy look, but thankfully, doesn't say anything. “What do you think I mean?” Are ghosts supposed to be sarcastic and rude? “I am not a ghost.” He grimaces. “Calling me that would reduce my existence to the form of a mere soul. I have never been a mortal.”

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

My muscles refuse to work, my limbs too heavy, weighed down by the toxin still crawling through my veins. Another pulse of pain crashes through my head, a sharp, pounding ache that forces a low groan from my lips. The noise barely makes it past my throat, weak and strained, but it’s something. It’s enough to stir the chaos around me. The grip on my neck tightens briefly, shifting, and I hear the sharp inhale above me. “Prince.” Ghost’s voice is closer now, the raw panic unmistakable. The tension in the air is suffocating, pressing down on my chest, making it even harder to breathe.

“Let me go get Leni.” This entire thing feels surreal. Even the air feels thin. Ghost is pacing, making me uncomfortable. He tries to float images to me, but they are staticky and disjointed. “Ghost, are you okay?” I stop and focus on him. “Milo! Where are you?” His howl sounds far away. “Ghost?” I close my eyes to search for him. “Milo? What’s wrong?” I hear someone say, but they’re too far away for me to recognize the voice.

Monday - BITCH MOVED IN Tuesday - BITCH HIDES Wednesday - WHORES HERSELF Thursday - SHE DIES I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to say. I have no tears left to cry. I am stricken with a fear I have only felt once before. The fear you only feel when you are in danger. I may not know who this is but it is extremely clear, they want me dead.

A ghost woman with her one arm barely coming out of her, volunteered. ~ KL •ARC 3• TSUBE ~~~~ Nyahoo~! I’d like to officially welcome my new editor and proofreader, Glitch! Before I publish anything on any site, he will assist me in editing and proofreading my works. Now that a lot of plates are on my table, I’m so grateful for his help. He'll be joining us to partake in the many adventures I have planned to share with you all. Once more, Glitch, welcome to the family!

Leon panted, scanning the dim corridor as his breath came in uneven bursts. Suddenly, a faint figure emerged out of the shadows—the female ghost. Her face was blurred and indistinct, her presence otherworldly. She didn’t speak but raised a hand that glowed faintly blue, pointing silently in a specific direction. Leon froze, instinctively stepping back half a pace. But time was slipping through his fingers, and hesitation was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to follow the ghost’s lead.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.