Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor Complete Novels & Stories

To prevent her from ruining my plan, I immediately turned off my phone and urged the driver to speed up. During the ride, the effects of the anesthetic seemed to have worn off slightly. Christopher, who had been lying still this entire time, suddenly moved his hand. He was probably conscious, but couldn't move. Realizing this, I leaned closer to him and grabbed his hand. "Don’t be afraid, Christopher. We’re almost at the crematorium. I promise to light candles and visit your grave every year to honor your memory and keep you in my prayers," I said, so softly as though I were murmuring to myself.

The tests that Doctor A put me through weren’t painful, but they were long and boring. Hours standing in place taking measurements and pinching different muscles. He explained every step along the way, but the words he used were big and I could only nod and pretend to understand. After having some blood drawn I was escorted by the same nameless person to the room with four white walls. Ghost’s head shot up. “I thought they were never going to give you back. I was gearing up to phase through the wall.”

I stared straight, promising death, “ENOUGH.” The screen split into halves and the poodle-haired, thick-rimmed bespectacled nerd doctor appeared in his usual bored look that women called ‘enigmatic’. And the monkey pussy-lover jumped with joy for the long-awaited ally. “Martin! Finally! Please use your Science to knock some man-sense into him before he ruins everything, huh?” “Science is not mine,” the doctor replied in dead calmness. “And how’s my patient doing?” “She’s not yours.” I glared.

Typical Nicholas. As she started pacing around the kitchen in front of him, she began to think through all that had happened since she knew this devastating ghost. He claims he is half dead. He doesn't know where his body is. He lost his memories but regains them in an amount equivalent to the level of closeness his contact with her is. So, the key word, intimacy, in his frightening statements, could be substituted with closeness and still be relatively effective. Closeness, she could do closeness!

He stood up, shaking, palms sweating; he walked quietly to the said room. Inside, he met a dark skinny doctor in a baggy uniform. She wasn't smiling; her lips were compressed with so much effort on her side. It reminded him of his grandmother who said female doctors are very wicked and none of them should bring any home as a wife. "Good… day" he struggled to say, quenching the nervousness and growing lump in his throat. "Are you Mr Peter Solomon?" "Yes. It is me" he said pointing his shaking fingers at himself.

When he’s done, he left the room, all without a second glance at the poor creature strapped to the table. He flicked the light switch on his way out, and the video went dark, too dark for us to see anything else. We all sat there in silence, staring at the blank TV screen while we processed what we just witnessed. We already knew that Dr. Melendez was a monster, he basically admitted it proudly to us, but we had no idea the depths of his madness. And these were just the first two discs on the stack. What horrors lie further down? “Do we even bother to keep watching?” I asked, feeling sick to my stomach. “I don’t think we need to see any more of his disgusting experiments.”