Glitchy Ghost Novels & Stories

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.

“We will burn anything that moves.” The voice that was not truly a voice laughed softly. “You will chase shadows and burn what you can see. But I am not visible until I must be. I am a net. I am a mirror. I am in your mistakes, in your water, in the machines you trust. Tulip prepared for your anger.” It shifted then in a way that made me think of the way tide shifts in storms. The edges of its form thinned and hazed. Light bent awkwardly across it. It was dissolving not into nothing but into smaller pieces of itself, like oil on water.

It seemed as if, after the dreadening encounter with the Formless beast, Grisha's psyche and rationality had shattered altogether. But this madness and irrationality were the very core of Akashic Glitch. The human mind was a puppet of the whims of the glitch. There was no binary answer to what was right or wrong. What made sense to someone might not make sense to another. That was the only truth. Soon enough, the sound of metal clanking reached Grisha's ears. Threads of sparks bloomed in her pupils, coming from 200 meters away. "Oh dear god!" Grisha sighed when she heard the clash. "He's still alive... thank god!"

My breath was choked up in my throat seeing her state. She was drenched with her own blood that camouflaged with her red shimmering torn dress. Blood blanketed her entire face. Her flesh was torn all over by the shards of the crystal chandelier. Some shards even stayed still on her cheeks. What caught my eyes were the lines of ripped flesh across both of her cheeks from the corners of her lips up to her ears. “Why do ghosts appear with a face before they die?” I quivered and looked away. “She desires something that’s why she hasn’t crossed over yet,” Grip opened up.

"I'm the version of you that didn't make it out of the lab fire in the first draft, Hazel. I'm the one they deleted because I was too angry to control. I’ve been living in the trash bin of this system for a long time." "She’s a Ghost Program," Silas said, stepping forward. He looked tired, his silver eyes dimming. "The Board thinks they wiped her, but you can’t kill a memory that wants revenge this badly. She’s the one who’s been sending the glitches. She’s the one who opened the door for you." "I don't care who she is," Bryan said, pulling me closer to him. He looked at the flaming wings with suspicion. "We need to get to the exit. The Eraser is already putting itself back together."