Misguided Ghosts Paramore Novels & Stories

He explained cheerfully but I know it must have been a difficult period for him. I can even imagine what they are going through and how it makes them feel, one minute, they are alive and can feel, touch, eat and do anything they want and the next minute, dead, a ghost and invisible. It is absolutely crazy, and I don’t know how I will handle it if I were in their shoes, I will probably lose my mind or commit suicide... How is it even possible for a ghost to commit suicide? “I am sorry about what you guys are passing through but don’t worry, I am figuring out a way to help Echo, I will do my best to help you too.”

Outside the ward, Helena stood frozen at the entrance, unsure what to do. Rain soaked her hair and clothes. She looked up at the gray, overcast sky, letting her tears mingle with the rain. "Nathan… I was wrong… I was really wrong…" But her voice was drowned out by the rain. No one heard her, and no one answered. Some invisible force seemed to hold me back, and I had no choice but to follow Helena as she drove aimlessly to a random bar.

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

he answers in a bored tone, like I should’ve known this already. Like he had already told me about it, and I chose to forget. Like he didn’t just let me get thrown into a literal survival test without any information whatsoever. But in the midst of my guide-loathing, something he said strikes me. “What do you mean “including the literal ones”?” Allison throws me a crazy look, but thankfully, doesn't say anything. “What do you think I mean?” Are ghosts supposed to be sarcastic and rude? “I am not a ghost.” He grimaces. “Calling me that would reduce my existence to the form of a mere soul. I have never been a mortal.”

-he thought. Then he quickly went inside. Now, the White Space was silent and white. … After being taken from Maley's space, Olivia lost consciousness. Not only did this problem happen to Olivia, but it also happened to all the other members chosen by the deities that governed the ten spaces. “It happens all the time, right?” Pure looked at the thirteen young recruits lying on the bed and sighed deeply. She was depressed. Every time, just after selecting the representative, all the young recruits fell asleep.

She put down the picture and ran to the sofa, her eyes sparkling with hope. “Mommy, you’re being lazy again! I’m going back to our old home to get the music box. Then, I can wake you up!” Seeing her determined to leave, I instinctively reached out for an umbrella, wanting to remind her that it was raining outside. Alas, my hand passed right through her body! In that instant, I suddenly remembered—I was dead. I could never protect her like before.

Gemma stood a short distance away, rain running down her face. I had never seen her look so broken. She held a dagger in one hand. She said, "Miles, I'm sorry. To you, to Zack, and to Grandma. I had someone send her home. I didn’t do anything to her. I know she’s family. Miles, I don’t expect you to ever forgive me in this life. If there is a next life, I hope I can make it up to you." Then, she drove the dagger into her heart.

“What’s wrong?” He didn’t answer immediately, just pushed the paper toward me, his eyes distant, haunted. The headline screamed at me: **”GREY INDUSTRIES SCANDAL: CEO ACCUSED OF EMBEZZLEMENT."** My heart plummeted as I scanned the article. It had to be a mistake, a lie. “This can’t be true,” I said, my voice edged with anger. “We’ll fight this. We’ll prove them wrong.” But he just shook his head, his voice barely a whisper. “It’s too late, Sophia. They’ve already judged me.”

# Day 20 I have lost my mind completely and weird types of thing comes in my mind According to census the present human population is around 7 billion, I think that's a useless data, simply counting the number of person who appears like a human being is useless, because some of them are just demons pretending to be humans. You see, I am officially loosing it. What will happen to Alex if they put me away to a mental asylum. ........................................................ #Day 21 I am lost. I am sad. I am broken. I am scarred. I am ruined. I am fucking no one. Congratulations Agustin Deluca..I am everything you ever wanted me to be. ....................................................

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.