Glitchy Ghost Novels & Stories

His head lolled, eyes glassy and unfocused, but he kept chanting, 'ghost, ghost, ghost,' like a fucking mantra from hell. Even when I slammed him back against the cold metal wall, the impact rattling the shelves nearby, he didn’t stop chanting. “Who is Ghost?” I snarled. “Look at me and tell me who the hell Ghost is.” His head lolled again, and his mouth kept moving, his voice hoarse and cracking. Spit drooled from his mouth to his chin, and his pupils were wide, staring through me. “Ghost… ghost… ghost…” My patience snapped. My hybrid senses were still buzzing from the Veil trace, and I couldn't wait for answers the usual way. Pressing my palm flat against his forehead, I pushed in, seeking

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

The skin has thinned to translucency, a layer of wet parchment stretched too tight. Beneath it, my blood isn't red. It is a dense, shimmering gold, thick with data-streams that pulse in time with the city’s mercury code. I’m not bleeding. I’m leaking. "You're... you're glowing," the girl whispers. She scrambles backward, her heels scraping the stone. She isn't looking at the drones anymore. She’s looking at me with the terror people reserve for ghosts that refuse to stay dead. To her, I am a glitch in a silk dress, a piece of the architecture that developed a heartbeat. I don't answer. Every word has a price, and my ledger is empty.

Kael said, stepping forward, his eyes flashing a final, defiant blue. But as they prepared to leap into the yellow ocean, the Old Man stepped in their way. "You're wrong, Elara," the Old Man said, his face finally settling into a calm, tragic smile. "The 'Selfless-Glitch' isn't you dying. It’s you living while someone else carries the weight. I’ve been a 'Ghost-Script' for fifty years. I think it’s time I became a System-Failure." The Old Man didn't jump. He Expanded.

Ghost had truly gone mad, grafting the flesh of others to himself to absorb the power of the spiritron vein! She shuddered in fear—it was as crude as it was horrific! Ghost simply shrugged. "Well, you're not getting away now that you've seen my secret. Leave me your flesh and the power of the spiritron vein that you embody!" Laughing freakishly, he lunged at Skyler. "So fast!" Skyler was stunned, her mind barely registering a thing as she only saw a blur before she found herself staring at Ghost's grisly bandaged face. Bang! She raised her arms to block his punch, but it sent her flying anyway, crashing down to the edge of the hospital roof.

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. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Flash back after Flash back are kept played in her haidnon stop in an endless loop from the sudden enterance of her stepson than seeing her everything naked and to intense sex afterward to the crazy behavior of the two that fellowed next from biting eash other like crazy dogs and beating eash other hard with every thing that can reach their hands and finally of her taking a hole shunck of flesh from his neck while chewing it than swolow it, the second she did that, he hole body quivered and stand still with some vine twichted in her body while starts moving like headless corps. While a being that can’t be seen, at least in the eyes of the living, the color of his foggy self changes it’s b

Hue hissed and glared at the telly when it went through glitches again, trying to cut off the connection to the other telly. He approached the glitching telly, and bloodlust loomed from behind him. “Keep connecting me to the space of that room. If you dare to deny my entry, I will break you apart with my bare hands!” He intimidated the helpless object as he reached out, ready to grab it. Alas, before he could climb through, somebody pushed him away. The handsome man fell to the floor, rolled away like sushi. He managed to stop himself from rolling further as he clawed the floor and got on one knee. Just imagine a squirrel landing on the ground in a heroic stance.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.