Misguided Ghosts Novels & Stories

“You have just woken up. You should not strain yourself thinking too much. Please rest. I will inform Mr. Oliver right away.” Adrian stopped trying to think. He closed his eyes and sank back into a deep sleep. In his haze, whispers flooded his mind. “I am all alone now. No one loves me anymore. Please, do not leave me.” “Can I give you my lifespan?” “I want to see you.” “Ms. Ghost, please save me…” “Can you take me with you to heaven? Living hurts so much… sob…” Who was she? Why did my heart ache so badly when I saw her cry? And who was Ms. Ghost to her?

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

Rick POV I'm closer to this cave with every heartbeat. The Seer's hideout is not something I should take lightly. She's guiding me, but still, I'm tested in this fog. I was never afraid of anything. At least, not anymore. But this fog gives me chills to the bone. My senses are not working here, only my instincts. You know the feeling, you're trapped inside a room, 'cause the lock is not opening and you start to feel overwhelmed? Now, this is a feeling I am not comfortable with.

“You don’t have to.” “Let’s just go,” Adrian groaned, already heading for the door. “Yeah,” I said. “Let’s.” Echo sighed dramatically. “Fine.” We stepped into the night, the three of us walking down the dim street, eyes scanning shadows for dead bodies like it was a casual grocery run. “This is so weird,” Adrian mumbled. “Where do we even go?” “Nowhere in particular,” Echo said softly. “We just… look.” I stayed quiet, my mind buzzing, not with guilt or fear… but with how insane this whole mission sounded. Dead bodies. Possession. Ghost friends.

I rolled my eyes at him, and he laughed. “Back when we played truth or dare, you said you’ve seen ghosts that know me.” “A ghost,” He corrected, “Just one. And no, I will not tell you who they are or what they had to say.” “But—” His eyes flicked up, meeting my own. “The dead rarely make sense. Most of the time they’re confused, reliving the days leading up to their deaths. Theres a reason we’re cut off from them. I’m just the unfortunate exception.”

I'd rather take this to my grave than have Collin know. I'm a tainted victim. My kisses are worthless. My touches are defiled. I am no longer human. I am murdered by the damned. I am a ghost. A ghost that walks through walls unnoticed. Ghosts are there but can't be hurt by the forces of this world. Forget eating, forget therapy, forget Italy, forget Collin... Forget...forget...forget...

I whispered, my words slipping through the air like a sharp blade. Her face paled, and her hands trembled as the realization washed over her. Samantha, the ghost from our past, a specter we had long thought banished to the depths of forgotten memories. Yet here she was, resurfacing like a vengeful spirit, intent on wreaking havoc upon our fragile existence. I moved swiftly, my hands still feverishly gathering our belongings, tying up loose ends. It was a race against time, against the shadow that loomed ominously over us. I refused to let Samantha's malicious intent extinguish the fragile flame of hope that burned within our hearts.

“Do you mean that Natalie…” “He didn’t mean it like that, Maddie!” Adrian said. “Guys, I know this sound odd, but we need to know what’s behind that door.” “Why?” Adrian asked. “I saw a ghost named Zirocco. I don’t know where he came from, but I think he’ll have answers regarding the mysteries and how to escape. Adrian asked, “How do you know this isn’t a trap?” “I don’t, but we have to try something.”