Grim Grinning Ghosts Novels & Stories

“I’d say Ghost took the contract job.” My eyes stayed locked on the screen. “Can you tell if they accepted one recently?” “Normally?” He chuckled without looking away from the monitor. “Not a chance.” His fingers continued flying over the keyboard before finally coming to a stop. “But…” A satisfied grin spread across his face. “I found a crack.” He tapped the monitor. “I rerouted a request and slipped through before their system corrected itself.” I waited for a minute while I watched him work. “They’ve got incredible security.” Another tap against the screen. “But one wall was down long enough for me to get inside.” He looked up at me. “I can’t see what job Ghost accepted.”

he snivels and I walk towards him, only to feel something hit my arms, back, and legs in quick succession. I look up and see a smirking sniper and feel the red laser aimed right at my forehead, but that smirk drops from his face when my lip curls into a smile. Ghost was standing behind him, his eyes completely white as he tapped into his beast - that sniper’s head hit the floor in front of me before he could fire another shot. Ghost grins, then he disappears in the blink of an eye and I don’t even have to look behind me to know he’s ripped more sniper heads off.

"I just hope you can seize the moment to kill Ghost in a single strike." Frank grinned. "I'll try." Lucy then walked up to the geezer, shouting, "Excuse me!" "Huh?" The geezer opened his drowsy eyes, and waved off Lucy and Frank impatiently as soon as he saw them. "Get out… We're not open yet… Karaoke in broadlight? Buzz off…" "I want to see Ghost," Lucy pressed, sliding several dollar bills into the geezer's hand. The geezer did a double take.

Raven said. It walked out of that portal and it raised its scythe, and like a magnet, it absorbed the ghost. The ghost fights hard so that it will not absorb by the invisible force. A grim reaper moved its scythe again and dropped its tip to the floor and it made a strange sound. The ghost did nothing, so the scythe completely sucked it and the grim reaper waved its hand, and the portal gradually close. “I hate this feeling ... it’s so scary..” Damon said.

’ Matt recognized his voice, streaks of sweat collected on his forehead as the air around him whispered, “You’re being used to kill the demon who killed Arianna’s brother.” “Was it the cat? Or the Gramps? Or he?” He mused aloud and shouted, “Who’s the demon?” “You are.” Gramps chortled, separating his tongue from the hair. To Matt, he’s still a work of fiction, who found being a ghost fun when he can muddle over people’s heads, speaking without their tongue in use. “We’ll talk about it, but first I’ll have my fill.” The Ghost of Michigan intervened. “Why can’t I see you?”

“Especially considering there’s a dead body right fucking there.” We both laugh, the tension cracking just slightly, and I lean into Ghost again, letting him hold me because, fuck, I need it right now. “Like I care,” Ghost taunts, the smirk evident in his voice. “I’d happily fuck him on his grave.” “No,” I mutter, shaking my head against his shoulder. His laughter is loud, unapologetic.“Guess I found one of your hard limits,” he muses. “No fucking on your father’s grave.”

Turned his head just enough to look at me from the side. And he smiled. “I finally found the one thing the great Ghost Knife fears,” he whispered, like it was a secret gift. “Tell me who sent you.” I stayed silent. Jaw locked. Arms trembling. “One last chance,” he growled. Still nothing. The next second, my face plunged into the freezing water. The shock hit me like a bullet. I kicked, twisted, tried to scream, but bubbles were the only answer. My lungs begged. My mind screamed. Then he yanked me up. My coughs came out in wet sobs.