Gumball Ghosts Novels & Stories

Skinny Monkey added, shrill as ever, “It’s the last day! If you try to touch us, I’ll slice her head clean off!” The ghosts' anger all came to an abrupt halt! From up here, I could see every single ghost downstairs staring at the axe and at me. None of them dared to move. Seconds ticked by. Then, the system’s chime rang in everyone’s ears: [Survival countdown: Ten, Nine, Eight…] “It’s done!” Big Eyes’ face contorted into wild ecstasy. “Hahaha! Old hag! You’re done being useful! “I won’t even let you leave with us!”

It was a lot to take in. I needed a long time to process it all. My ghostly roommate was actually a legendary former employee of my own company. I closed my laptop with mixed emotions. “So… did the accident trap you here?” After a long silence, Nathaniel’s voice echoed softly in my head. It was faint, almost hazy. “It wasn’t an accident.” My heart dropped. Before I could ask for details, the voice vanished. The next few days at the office were quiet.

Teresa swallowed. Yes. Larris eyes widened in horror. Teresa, NO! She reached up. Touched the USB around her neck. She held it between her fingers. The Ghost reached out a hand. Larris struggled, roaring, DON’T GIVE IT TO HER! Teresa stared into the Ghost's masked eyes. And smiled. Catch. She tossed the USB high into the air. In an instant, Larris reacted slamming his elbow backward into the Ghost, sending her stumbling.

“Thank you. I do my haunting with finesse.” Echo giggled. And for one strange, ridiculous second… our little ghost-human-ghost trio actually felt like a team.

"Incubi seduce young women while they sleep. We need the others to know you aren't here for sport." As if tomorrow wasn't already going to be bad enough! Now she had to worry about creatures seducing her in her sleep. Where was a good, sturdy, chastity belt when she needed one? “Others? How many others are there?” she asked. “How many other incubi are here?” William tried to clarify her question. “How many kinds of immortals are there?” Emily asked. Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack?

Cosmo asked. "Who are you?! Come out now before I make you come out myself!" I shouted and raised my shaking hands. I could feel my hair extending and descending to the floor in its haze form. "Don't let me repeat myself, come out," I commanded harshly. A tub of lard ghosts stepped out of Gomez, and he sniggered. An evil one. "Wow, she's commanding," he taunted. Another one, only thinner, came out of Twyla.

The church beside the monastery was even darker and creepier. However, in front of me was a bustling ghost city. In front of the rusty gate, many stalls were lined up. Ghosts with bloodied bodies were yelling loudly to attract customers. "One pack of candy for three tokens!" "Are your clothes torn up? You can have a new look with clean brand new clothes! Just one token for one set!" "Need paper or pens? I have tons here! One token for one pad! Free pen!" "Ice cream! Ice cream! You will feel like you are alive again in one bite! Just three tokens per cone!"

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

Yucky. We finally asked the right question and he told us Mabel was alive. I killed someone a year ago but it wasn't her. She glamoured a human then ghosted her. Ghosting is illegal and punishable by death. Ghosting as it's called here is against the law for the simple fact it takes a life to be able to ghost then it takes another life when the ghoster reverts back to their own body. It is basically sucking the life out of one person so that their soul inhabits your body and keeps it alive while you transfer your soul into the vessel you've chosen to possess. It alters the vessel's appearance and changes their voice to give the illusion that it's you. If the vessel is killed or found out the

“Because if it fails…” “Everyone loses,” Puc finished. He turned back to his team. “Final sweep.” The ghosts moved faster now, diving into Veil-lanes, skimming the edges of reality, testing every approach vector. One ghost paused, head tilting. “Something’s wrong,” it said. Althea’s eyes snapped open. “What kind of wrong?” “Not hostile,” the ghost replied. “Just… crowded.” Puc frowned. “Explain.” “Veil traffic,” the ghost said. “Farther out. Small groups. Seven at a time.”