Lil Peep Ghost Novels & Stories

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

“Remember when we were kids? We used to run through the old mines and swear ghosts followed us.” “We weren’t wrong.” “No, we weren’t.” She stepped forward again. “But now we are the ghosts.” Lila didn’t reply. She couldn’t. Not when her fingers kept brushing the safety of her gun, not when every instinct screamed this was a setup she hadn’t yet unraveled. Still, she followed.

“Let me go get Leni.” This entire thing feels surreal. Even the air feels thin. Ghost is pacing, making me uncomfortable. He tries to float images to me, but they are staticky and disjointed. “Ghost, are you okay?” I stop and focus on him. “Milo! Where are you?” His howl sounds far away. “Ghost?” I close my eyes to search for him. “Milo? What’s wrong?” I hear someone say, but they’re too far away for me to recognize the voice.

A cold part of the palace, without the touch of the dozens of servants. I tried summoning the ghost once more. I thought that if it didn't work this time, I would have to capture it. Liliana, I need your help. The Luna in front of us is now dead, and this might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance for us to smell the clues of the serial killer who took my mother's life. “Come here.” Luna Delancy didn't open her mouth, but for some reason, I could hear her voice. My skin crawled, getting goosebumps when I realized the ghost in front of me was hovering in the center of the room.

she laughed bitterly, “that stake didn’t let me die. No, no, instead, it trapped me. I’ve been stuck here ever since. I feel everything, I see everything, and I can’t leave.” I whispered, “Like… like a ghost?” Lilith spun around with her eyes blazing. “No! Not like a ghost, I’m not some damn whispering shit floating through walls!” She snapped. I blinked. “Then like what?” I asked genuinely curious. She glared at me, then she exhaled, pinching the bridge of her nose and muttered, “Okay. Fine. Like a ghost. Whatever.” Her reaction was amusing, but there were bigger things to think about.

I gave her a small smile. " I saw Mofe walking out, is all good?" I nod. "She went to the bathroom". "Okay, then, I'll be back soon". I nod and out my airpods on, my phone dinged. I clicked on the album by Joeboy that Tochi shared with me on Spotify. The beat flooded my ears making me a sudden saccharine rush. I felt a sudden relieve something i haven't felt in totality since that night after socials but that was soon gone when from the wall facing me emerged Lola's ghost. Everything around her was a blur, she was the only clear thing in sight. She had let her high bun out in a fro. Do ghosts change their looks?

We nodded at her and followed what she said, and knowing Ashleigh and I, we still kept on looking around until we finally fall asleep. "Vanessa…" someone was whispering my name. I didn't open my eyes, I remembered what we heard last night. What if the ghost is already in front of my face and she is trying to get my attention. What if when I opened my eyes it would take my soul or like there is someone with a bloody face and a white eyes smiling at me? "Vanessa…" it was so creepy. I bit my lips, I think my face is now telling me that I am really scared. However, I frowned when I smelled it. Smell of peanuts, do ghosts eat peanuts? I decided to open my eyes after that, just to see Ashleigh in

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

Aiden took a few photos, then came over, bringing them up on the screen. “I like the third one,” I said. “I look constipated in the last one.” Conor snorted. “Okay, we’ll use the third one.” He passed me Milka, then plugged the camera into the laptop and copied the picture into another folder. Then he brought up the browser, went to F******k, and headed to the Dirty J. fan page. Whoa. So, he wasn’t joking about the questions. They had hundreds of notifications and messages, and it looked like they were all asking about Milka.

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.