Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor Novels & Stories

"What, what's going on?" She turned her question to him but he was just as lost as she was. "But... the doctors earlier," Dorry stepped forward with the same confusion he had. "I can't, exactly explain it," the guy gave his hair a little scratch with a scrunched face and his memory did another twitch from a forgotten memory trying to clear up in his head. "It's a supernatural thing, the same thing the previous doctors had missed because they're humans, but trust me. I have nothing to gain in giving you all false hope, so just believe and nobody beat up or arrest anybody until you've used up exactly..." he paused and stared at hs watch. "Twenty-four hours from now."

The doctor responded and then asked as he was now curious about his trip and why he was at that part of the city to begin with? "I meet her by accident... Haha! My dear friend Doctor, she piqued my interest also. She was asleep in my car. I gave her a lift but I made a stop and she vanished." Kyhe explains and a moment after he laughs and tells the doctor, then tells how she made him curious but suddenly vanished. "By chance did you pick up a ghost?" The doctor asked? And began laughing! "A pretty young, hot, and good looking ghost! She even left a note thanking me." Kyhe said smiling as he explained his picked up ghost.

she stammered. "Good girl," the mysterious Ghost said, releasing her head. "Answer my calls next time, and I shall instruct you further." With those chilling words, he opened the door and vanished into the shadows. *** LILA I sat quietly by Tim's bedside, my expression weighed down with a somber gravity. My visit to this hospital had dual purposes—first, to check on Tim's condition, and second, to meet with Dr. Richard. He was Blaise's best friend. As Blaise's closest ally, Dr. Richard's involvement in any dubious activities surrounding Blaise was a matter of great interest to me.

I slam my hands on the cold screen and lean forward, my body shaking. Right there behind the screen is a ghostly body lying still and straight on a metal stretcher. Tears fill my eyes and my heart clenches so hard and tight that I can no longer breathe. I gasp and lean closer, staring at the body and the face. That pale ghostly yet handsome face. "It can't be true,” I whisper in a trembling voice full of disbelief. "I'm sorry, Mrs Rider, we tried our best to save him, but we couldn't,” the doctor mutters behind me, and my heart breaks even more.

“Yes, sir.” Moments later, the doctor walked into the room. It was an elderly man with white hair and wrinkles all over his face. He appeared to be in his eighties. Whenever the doctor opened his mouth, they could smell a terrible odor. Was that person really a doctor? All the servants avoided the old doctor and did not want to be near him. The old doctor approached him and said in his rough, ancient voice, “Mr. Gomez, I’m Pyre Hermes, the doctor you appointed.”

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—”

I still remember that day—it was our third wedding anniversary. That evening, Adeline's latest test results came back. Her congenital heart condition had worsened. She couldn't wait any longer. As a doctor, I knew exactly what that diagnosis meant. What she didn't know was that I'd been hiding my own terminal cancer diagnosis. Even as a world-renowned surgeon, I couldn't change the outcome. But I loved Adeline—down to the very marrow of my bones. I couldn't bear to see her suffer.

"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."

I grabbed Christopher's arm discreetly, gripping tightly into his flesh. Anyone who looked closely would notice his fingers twitching slightly from the intense pain. However, it seemed he had anticipated this and used an anesthetic to avoid giving himself away. Fine—if he couldn't move, that worked to my advantage. I wailed at the top of my lungs, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. "What?!" I shrieked. "My husband just passed away, and you expect me to smile? This hospital is inhumane! Christopher was one of your doctors, but I don't see even a trace of grief on your face! Did you want him to die?"

Full lips and even her hair was neat around her head like she was prepared for this moment. It almost felt wrong how perfect she looked. “Now,” I whispered. And Echo didn’t walk ... she screamed. Then she got yanked into the body like gravity finally remembered she existed. Her ghost form vanished and slammed into the body so hard the air around us seemed to ripple. The doctor turned. “Sir, you can’t be in here.” Not now, please. “We... I...” I stuttered. “Are you family of the deceased?” he asked. “Yes,” I blurted without thinking.