Haunting Ghost Novels & Stories

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

“This is between you and me. So, let’s settle it, Denis.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed and his face warped into a twisted mask of anger and indignation. “Denis died a long time ago. My name is Ghost.” He walked forward and put his gun right against Will’s forehead. The girls yelped in fear at the sudden movement. Alex and Spencer were rigid as terror gripped them as well. “And I am here to haunt you.” It happened in slow motion. Ghost’s arm moved from Will towards Emma his finger tightening even more around the trigger.

I felt I needed to learn more about communicating with ghosts and all that, so I decided to watch some of what Trisha had called the pros. I’d noticed that YouTube ghost hunters talked a lot about one Brandon Price, leader of a team called Haunters, like he was the grandfather of paranormal investigation, even over the Warrens and Hans Holzer. A quick search taught me that even though Haunters hadn’t been among the pioneers of that particular TV niche, they already had nine seasons and counting. And they were considered the best of the best.

My surroundings turned blurry and the chitter-chatter of the photographers became muddled as my eyes fixated on the ghost before me. Okay, he wasn’t dead or a ghost, but he was a crucial part of my past life that I had buried 6 feet under. So, in a way, he was a ghost of my past and he was haunting me.

Almost at the same time, Ghost Scene Female General had two twinkling eyes, and the corner of his mouth raised a sharp ray of cold killing intent. The punch suddenly straightened, tu la god of war. The punch didn't waver, in the blink of an eye dozens of times, Haunt Uncle only felt the original flicker, around the body of the grave. It seemed that each one was covered by the punch, and even the soul, bloodline, true essence, and will became panic and chaos in an instant. In front of him, the misty punch of purple color, including the foggy punch in the depths, is a beautiful face, and a set of illusory ghosts.

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

She replied softly. "Good, close your eyes." She followed my instructions as I placed my fingers on her temple, delving into her mind to access her memories of the massacre. As I relived the horror from her, I felt her fear and pain, transforming into tangible shadows that clung to me like parasites, feeding off my emotions. I forcibly shook them off and eliminated the summoned ghosts and shadows before conducting another thorough sweep of the memories, ensuring that no shadow remained in her mind, finally, I pulled out.

He turned around quickly, baring his teeth in anger, saying, “Show yourself!” The ghost’s voice drifted through the dark, but no longer sounded like Vincent's; it was deeper now, more hungry and malicious. “You can scream until your throat is raw, fox. She won’t hear you.” Vincent snapped his head up, his eyes glowing gold with anger as he responded, “You think I can’t find her? You believe I won’t break down every wall you create?” “You’re hunting,” the ghost whispered back. “But you don’t even know where to look.”

Hazel was startled awake, her whole body trembling. She opened her eyes and saw a dark shadow by her bed. She also heard the sound of dripping water, faint but not enough to make her heart race. Outside, the rain was pouring down, the streetlights dimmer than usual, and wind howling loudly. She shuddered and clutched her blanket tightly, screaming, "Ah! Ghost!" Jack was taken aback by Hazel's reaction, then overwhelmed with anger. Ghost? His handsome face twisted slightly, and he cracked his knuckles.

The greenish-blue glow was a little off, but nearly every single window was wide open! The frost wraith, Chloe, floated to the front. Her little face was wrinkled with worry. The Hungry Dead clutched his precious empty bowl. His drool threatened to spill from the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were full of concern. The banshee had stopped crying, sniffing and staring upward. The Poltergeist was holding some random rusty pipe, looking ready to charge up and tear the building apart… There were also the Hanged Ghost, Shadow Sneak, Pipe Phantom…