Mae Nak Ghost Novels & Stories

He ask as the said person comes towards us. "Then we are both seeing ghosts, I think." I say. "What?" He exclaims. "I can assure you I am not ghost. You can touch me and see for yourself." Ma says as she holds her arms open for me. I look at her for a minute then I get up with the help of Rudra. I hesitantly go towards her and gingerly touch my finger to hers. Then take it back immediately as I feel it. She takes two steps and takes me in her warm embrace.

Maeve’s eyes opened, as she gasped for air. Where was she? Was it true that there was life after death? Then why did her surroundings look familiar? Oh, she was in her room. Strangely, she did not feel the pain from before. What a bad dream or was it a nightmare? Then how could it be so real? She was confused. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a maid entered after. “Ma’am, Mr. Gabriel Scott signed the divorce papers.”

She was nothing but one of his accomplished missions. Don Carianno noticed the grimace on his face. "You okay?" "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." Ghost forced a smile, reaching for a cigarette in his breast pocket. "Light?" Don Carianno lit it up for him and tossed the lighter on the table. "Tell me something, Ghost. Is there a reason you're interested in Ciara Macdonald?" "What?" Ghost was caught off guard by the question and almost gulped down the smoke. "I'm not –"

There was a whole wooden block surrounding me with zero peeping spaces. “... Yeah, my stomach hurts so bad.” She continued. Oh! So that was the foul smell. Rebecca’s upset stomach from tacos. “No, I will be okay.” Then it sounded like she had ended the phone call. The foul smell came creeping back in, and that time, I was so close to barfing behind the shelf. Suddenly, I heard chairs being pushed and then footsteps. “Maid!” she yelled as she left the office.

They looked down at her; they thought she wouldn’t be able to fight because her parents are dead, so that makes her weak, but that is in fact her strength. “Everyone, Gamma Maeve!” Ario yelled into the mic, and everyone roared. Maeve looked at Ario, his stare still blank, but she could still feel the sharp pain in her stomach. She looked down as the thick blood trailed down her lap. She holds her stomach in pain, wondering what was wrong, but before Maeve knew it, she was on the floor in the middle of the fields that were filled with dead people. The last thing she saw was the dark sky, which represented her gloomy world. Maeve POV

By the time Helena arrived at the funeral home, a light drizzle had started to fall. It was empty inside the hall except for Nellie, who was kneeling beside our mother's casket, clutching a framed photo of our mother. "What are you doing here? Are you happy my mom's dead? Did you come just to watch a show?" Nellie's tone was icy, making Helena hesitate as she stepped forward. Helena opened her mouth as if to speak, but all she could do was glance around and ask, "Where's Nathan? He didn't even come to his own mother's funeral?"

to you, ma'am. "Actually, these records were requested once before by Nicky. He said he'd pass them to you. Didn't he ever give them to you...?" Adeline stared blankly at her phone. Her memories felt like they were fracturing apart. "Samuel's heart... given to me..." She whispered to herself, her voice hollow, "No. That's impossible. That coward—that selfish coward—would never die for me! I don't believe it." I watched her with a sad, helpless smile. My father had already told her I was dead, but he never told her why. He didn't want to burden her with guilt.

’ 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?”

I drawled, taking his hand. We stepped closer to the stage, only to jump back as a car was pushed onto the dance floor. Upon closer inspection, I realised that it was made of old cardboard boxes, and my mouth fell open. Mae was behind it, pushing it disjointedly onto the dance floor and beaming at everyone she met eyes with. Her curls had been tucked under a bandana, and she was dressed in a black leather jacket and black trousers. A greaser, then – not a Pink Lady as I’d imagined.

After that, I immediately ran to the school entrance. A few hours of boring discussion by my teachers passed and now it is recess time, so I am here in the canteen with the twins. “Hey Kagu, my friend and bro, I have something to say,” Mae said excitedly that caught our attention, “I have a new crush and the first letter of his name was engraved here.” Mae said and showed us a necklace with a heart pendant and an engraved letter M within it. Jezzz! Is this true? It is possible that the M in her pendant means Manuel? Jeeezzz you gave me hope Babe Mae.