Gravity Falls Lumberjack Ghost Novels & Stories

"Don't dare touch me again or I'll kill you again." The male chuckles and rubs his hair. "I'm just like you... A ghost. So how can you possibly kill me? I came back just the same way you came back cause I can't let you hurt her even though I wish I can cause she's a silly female." Jalen rolls her eyes at him and relaxes but suddenly shudders when his other words dawned on her and all the hairs on her body started rising and goosebumps prickled at her skin. "Y..yo..u..both are ghosts?"

He patched the cracks with his own spirit. Look down, Guller commanded. "What?" Look down, Little Ghost. The foundation is shaking. I forced my head to turn. My neck muscles screamed in protest. I looked past the glass floor of my cage. I looked down through the ten thousand feet of empty air to the lower levels of the Spire. I saw nothing but clouds and the distant glitter of city lights. But then, I felt it. A vibration. Not the hum of the machine. A shudder. BOOM.

He rubbed his eyes because he thought he was seeing a ghost or a spirit that was sent to punish him for his crimes. "It cannot be her because I saw her go under the dark water with my own eyes and no one can survive a fall from that height into the rocks. I am surely going crazy just like my Alpha if I think that a dead girl is running through the trees in the middle of the day," Frank whispered. He moved a little bit closer and his heart started to beat very fast against his ribs like a trapped bird.

Rumble… To Leonard's surprise, the wall beside him collapsed with a crash, landing right in front of zombie Miles. Every drop of Leonard's water pressure hit the wall instead. Then, a black shadow shot toward him. Leonard ducked, then delivered a flying kick that sent the shadow tumbling down the stairwell. Even a zombified Miles couldn't match Leonard's reflexes; his body always reacted faster than his brain. Suddenly, the stairs beneath Leonard began to give way. Concrete crumbled, steel beams buckled, and his foot hung in midair as he started to fall. Hayley grabbed his shoulders in one powerful motion and yanked him up.

I know I have superpowers, and I know I’m the most OP overlord this world has ever seen, but…does the ghost even know that? At that moment, the ghost suddenly stopped sliding in the direction she was heading. She then turned sharply. And she saw Javier. She started gliding toward him, letting out a piercing scream. “You! Give it…back…Give it back!” Javier could pee his pants right there and then. Defeating a ghost? Nope! Hell naw! His feet suddenly felt like they were powered by sports car engines, and his left foot was a Lamborghini, and the right one was a Maserati. Vroooooom! Off he sped, powering through the road without a care for what he was leaving behind.

Gary says as the heavy winds blew his hair, his voice is not clearly audible because of the noisy vehicle down the road. Ghost now has some hard thinking right now, as he moves floating slowly on the air like some wizard, he does not want to leave his friend here and so he comes up with a plan, he starts backing up, his hands still on fire and this makes the other wolves strong again, they can now move easily, they all point their guns at him as they slowly walks towards him to match him out.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

Frankie (winking): “Only the classy ones.” The temperature drops twenty degrees. Black-glass cracks spiderweb across the far wall. A Severed Circle Revenant steps through, eight feet tall, seven slashes glowing like molten hate. Frankie’s cigar drops ash that never hits the ground. Frankie (voice suddenly ice): “They weren’t supposed to wake up for another century. Looks like playtime’s over.” Every ghost racks the slide on weapons that shouldn’t exist anymore. Frankie (to me): “Listen close, Morau kid.

I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.

It body got drained of blood, has no leg to move but rather moves through the air, it head was of the exact shape of a skeleton. I couldn't control my feet anymore for the speed exceed that of Usain Bolt athlete. As I tried to run inside the house, she was right behind me just as I read it in the Black Cults book that ghost in Tortuga are faster than any human. She almost entered the house with me but Sorcerer pointed a stalf at her, casting the spell, "INCENDIO" with wide range of fire coming out. And then she vanished.