Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor Novels & Stories

I returned to the sitting room a few minutes later, feeling a little more stoic while explaining away the letdown in my mind on behalf of James. "I believe there must be a good reason for this.” I dragged my foot out of the room, heading toward the direction of our bedroom. But as I passed by the living room, the TV, which was still turned on, suddenly caught my attention. A news anchor was speaking excitedly about something. "...the elusive Phantom Medic has done it again, saving a life with a groundbreaking procedure in a remote village. The identity of this mysterious doctor remains unknown, but their reputation continues to grow. Hospitals across the country are eager to recruit this med

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.

The Doctor had seen nothing like this before, he was greatly disturbed. Immediately, he began the search for the key, picking through every crook and corner of the room, he found nothing! His eyes opened up to the wonder he saw in his room-- men and women in white form, screaming and running past him and some, through him. "I've surely gone crazy!" He screamed and shivered within him. "Ghosts!" He moved quickly to the large window to confirm if he could jump or climb down, the distance was quite high up, how could he climb down? What would he use?

Out of the background, a man in a gray business suit with black, spiky hair pushed back and a goatee approaches them. " Excuses me miss " The man says to April G as she stops walking to see who he is. " May I help you? " April G says. " Actually, your son over there has already helped me today " The man said. " Oh, hey doc! " Madison says as he runs up to him and April G. " Hello there Mr. Wilde " He says. " Madison, who is this man? " April G says. " Please allow me to introduce myself " The doctor reached out his hand. " I am Dr. Maxwell Cornell, Lead Specialist in the supernatural arts. "

She snorts and leans over the counter to take a peek at my screen. “You’re working already?” “Actually, my shift started hours ago when I got a text message from Dr. Gilmore. One of her patients had a tumor. Dr. Royce deemed it inoperable, but she thought I’d have a different opinion.” “And?” “I removed it,” I tell her. Her jaw drops. I grin. “Yup. I’m a genius.” She shakes her head. “You’re a pompous ass, is what you are.” “A genius pompous ass,” I correct her.

Both women turned sharply. Standing near the wall was another nurse—identical in appearance to the one beside them. Before they could scream, the figure stepped forward. His form shimmered, twisted, and melted away like smoke. In seconds, the illusion vanished. Hector stood there. Tall. Dark. His eyes glowed with an ancient, malicious intelligence. “Who… who are you?” the doctor whispered, backing away. “Nothing that concerns you,” Hector replied coldly. He raised his hand. A surge of dark energy pulsed through the room. The doctor and nurse gasped as their eyes glazed over, their bodies slumping into unconsciousness.

"Adrian told me he was coming." "He asked me to come in his place," explained the psychiatrist, in a calm tone. Valeria didn't respond. She turned around, leaving the door open. The doctor entered. A man in his forties, with a clear gaze and a patience honed by years of experience. Dr. Guillermo Medina. What he saw left him speechless: the living room was decorated with lit candles, a tray of exotic fruits, an open bottle of champagne, two glasses. Instrumental music played in the background. Everything was set up for a romantic evening that clearly wasn't going to happen.

"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.

She turned off the lights, and the moonlight cast a silver glow in the room. The dim light added to the cold atmosphere. Sophia had good night vision. She could clearly see that Elliot had turned toward her and was watching her. But she did not care. She just would not look at him. When she turned her back, she heard him say, "You’re a doctor, but you’re scared of ghosts." Sophia raised an eyebrow with a wry smile. "What does being a doctor have to do with being afraid of ghosts?" Elliot said, "Aren't doctors used to life and death?"

The ID code printed beneath her name. Amara Georgia Musk. The ghost. The myth. The doctor who’d vanished off the grid after shaking the underground medical world with a treatment no one else could replicate. A miracle-maker they said. Or a devil in disguise. He’d heard it all. Spent years chasing whispers and buying dead ends. He thought she was a story people told themselves to feel hope. And she had been standing in front of him all this time… laughing, dancing, toying with words like the world was her chessboard. A girl with sharp eyes and sugar-coated lies.