Misguided Ghosts Novels & Stories

The ghost answered. "Um haven't you been around the past few hours?" Miranda quizzed, then said with a scoff, "we're nowhere near being buddies." The ghost laughed, "not that kind of mates silly. It's more like soulmates." "Come again?" Miranda said to avoid choking on her own spit. The ghost shook her head, "ah sweetie, you have a lot to learn," the spirit mused then invited, "come over to the bookshelf. It's time we conducted a little research."

"Is that what I was? I felt like a ghost for a while Marco. I was stuck between the way things were and the way they had to become." Marco let out a laugh that turned into a brief cough. He waved his hand toward the cellar in the distance. Sofia was probably checking the sugar levels in the harvest. "Ghosts haunt, Hannah. They hold on to what's dead because they are afraid to let go. You did not hold on. You reached out. You went all the way back to 1782. Brought a thread to the present day. That is not haunting that is creating."

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

If you have any information, please inform us immediately. Patrick was so shocked by the news that his phone slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the floor. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Lily as he demanded, "Lily, did you hear what they just said?" Lily’s face turned deathly pale. Her gaze flickered in fear as she stammered in a weak and trembling voice, "Mr. Hart, Madam… Madam is… dead." Before she could finish, Patrick kicked over a chair in rage. "Go investigate immediately! Find out exactly what happened!"

As I watched her take off her shoes, I instinctively stepped forward, ready to hang up her coat. It was my duty in this family. Standing before her, I spoke softly, "I was wrong. I'll work even harder in the future. Will you forgive me?" However, my words faded into the air. My mom did not hear a thing. Instead, she frowned slightly in irritation. "My ears suddenly feel itchy. Am I getting sick?" I stood there awkwardly, lowering my head to look at my own transparent body. I had almost forgotten. I was already dead, and no one could hear the words of the dead.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

Marcy was broken, she thought they were leaving for good. “Oh, miss we are supposed to go to the church but it’s getting late and we can’t wake your parents to ask for permission.’’ Mercy permitted them. When her parents woke up they realized, Amanda and her mother were missing but the house was sparkling clean, Melina thought they had quit their job. Melina panicked and went upstairs shouting, calling out for her husband, she asked him if he knew where the maids had gone. While they were still arguing mercy walked in and told them she had released them to go to church. this made Owino even happier, knowing that they were religious.

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

But they flew upwards and join the lights that gave the world. Lucas stood up. The sadness in his eyes was gone. It was replaced by an unknown glint that even I couldn't fathom. What happened to this place was scary. What happened to Madam gave me a fright. This might be the way when the ghosts were left to die. "They leave her here and did not collect her soul because she was dying. She used too much of her soul to fight them." I was stunned. Ghost could fight grim reapers? Lucas turned to me, he seemed to know my question.

was still echoing in my goddamn chest, soft and thunderous all at once. And then this. Gio wanted to unravel her. Piece by piece. He wasn’t coming with armies, he was coming with ghosts. With messages carved into flesh. He was reminding us that monsters don’t always knock. They just let themselves in. My phone buzzed. Another message. Another body. This one was worse.