Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor Complete Novels & Stories

"Like, what if ghosts got up there and they're, like, possessing me to spread my legs after I drink wine?" "Ghosts," he repeated. "Yes." "You think you have ghosts in your vagina." "Well, I might. And if I do, you can help me get them out." He pinched the bridge of his nose again. "Damnit, Lola. I'm a doctor, not an exorcist." "Yeah, but no self-respecting exorcist is going to help me without a medical referral." He laughed.

"Don't take him away from me like you took Robert. I can't... I won't survive it a second time. Take my money. Take my house. Take my soul, if you can find it. Just leave me the boy." For three hours, I was a ghost. I didn't move. I didn't blink. Every time a nurse hurried past with a tray of instruments, my heart stopped beating entirely. I was a man built on pride and iron, reduced to a heap of trembling nerves in a hallway that smelled of floor wax. Finally, the double doors swung open. A doctor, his face lined with exhaustion, stepped out. He looked at the clipboard, then at me, disheveled, white knuckled, clutching a rosary like a lifeline.

This time, it wasn't from Benny. It was an email from an unfamiliar address. SUBJECT: THE TRUTH ABOUT YOUR MEDICAL CONDITION Xyrus frowned and opened it. There was only one sentence. Ask Dr. Oliot what he secretly injected into your body before it's too late. His breathing stopped. He read the message again, hoping he had misunderstood it. Then an attachment appeared beneath the sentence. It was a photograph of a medical document. At the top was his full name. Below it were several unfamiliar medical terms and a signature belonging to Dr. Oliot.

She suddenly coughed violently, and blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth. "What's going on?" Micah asked accusingly as he grabbed Gregory's collar. He was very anxious. "This… this… maybe a vengeful ghost wants to take her life! I think that we'll need to do an exorcism for Ms. Stallone too!" Gregory's eyes rolled as he came up with a wild excuse. Kyle saw that Melissa was coughing up blood, and he knew that they were in trouble. While everyone's attention was on Melissa, he tried to escape.

“Let me go, you have no idea who you are messing with!!” Ghost says as he struggles getting loose, each leg tied with some strong leather ropes to the end of the bed and so were hands, a doctor clearly covered with a mask and he could only see his eyes and it was clear he wasn't a good person at all from just the way his eyes looked, he looks around and everything in this room is painted white, from the walls to the white carpet on the floor, even the doctor’s clothes and equipments, the only colour that was in the room was that of his blood, dripping slowly in some sort of bowl, he struggles getting loose but the ropes were too tight, the wicked doctor keeps on preparing himself to do somet

Leah lunged forward. “Stop! Don’t touch him! He’s still here, I know he is!” “Ma’am,” the doctor said gently, “his heart stopped. There’s nothing left we can do.” Ghost suddenly stepped forward. His voice was low, rough, but steady. “You’re wrong.” The doctor blinked. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” Ghost snapped. “You’re wrong. He’s not gone.” “Son,” another doctor started, his voice soft, “I know this is hard, but—”

An older man shouted in surprise. “Legend has it that the last generation of ghost doctors appeared during the twelfth century. The Immortal Doctor went by the name of Guilherme Extraordinaire. Several centuries had passed since then. Did Guilherme Extraordinaire leave a legacy behind? I thought his legacy disappeared long ago.”

"There's a door in the deepest down of your mind. Behind it are a tsunami of memories. If we could unlock that door…" "No, Doctor. That door stays fucking shut forever." Ghost stated matter of factly. "Some memories are better left forgotten. And I'm not gonna try to dig them up anymore." "What about your nightmares?" "I'm gonna be fine." Ghost was on his feet, ready to end this fucked-up meeting. "Thank you for everything, Doctor. This is our last session together. I won't be returning here anymore."

The doctor cursed as he gazed at it but I could see the excitement in his eyes even though he tried to mask it. “This—is it for me?” “You deserved it.” With slightly shaking fingers, he reached forward and opened it. The sight of thick stacks of tightly bound $100 bills made his breath catch in his throat and he looked like a woman who was just seeing her lover after thirty years. “You stated that you desired the best.” he whispered. “ And you delivered.” I added. “You will now demolish it.” He looked up into my eyes. “What?” I nodded once. “This medical facility. Everything. Tonight it disappears. Destroy all of the records, each vial. All files, pictures and blood samples. Clean it with a

The woman stutters and falls silent. “And from the looks of it, Mairi, you stupid fool, she’s still very much aware. That last dosage didn’t work. So get the fuck out of my sight before I do the dishonorable thing of ripping that last eye out of its socket.” Horror twists my stomach as Celeste turns her attention back to me, smoothing that eerie doll-like smile across her face. The slam of the door behind her echoes sharply, signaling the doctor’s exit. “Just kill me already. And be quick with it if it helps sate your dark mind. If it helps you sleep at night knowing you killed someone as powerless as myself.”