Misguided Ghosts Paramore Novels & Stories

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

Anyone with an ounce of sympathy would have helped me upon seeing my pitiful state. My broken limbs had trembled with pain, and my tears had streamed down my face onto the ground. A sharp pain had torn through my abdomen, and the sea around me had turned crimson with my blood. I had thought, "My baby, I'm so sorry. It's my fault for holding onto someone who never belonged to me. And now you won't get the chance to open your eyes and see the world."

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories. "It's getting dark , take this book and go read it " he said and gave me the strange old looking book. "Thank you sir, i have much appreciated your help" i said. Now i knew what it was all about, all those confusions were caused by him, my ghost clone. It was night already and the time was 7: 15 pm . I had to rush home , it was not safe for me to be lonely at this time. When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling

She snapped, irritated. "Hedley Hart, are you mute now?" "County Clerk's Office." Silence. Then that tiny gasp—like she just remembered her own promise. The deal: after ninety-nine rejections, she'd show up for the hundredth. Say yes. Instead, she'd gone to a concert with Pierre. "I... wait for me. I'll drive over." Click. End call. I canceled the ride. Not out of hope though. Snow started falling—hard and fast.

I screamed, voice breaking. "Even if I die, I'll come back as a ghost and haunt you! You'll die a horrible death!" Celeste clapped her hands with a smirk. "What a husband I have. So bold, even at the end. Then, go on... Die like a man." Just as the sand reached my chin, engines roared in the distance. Dozens of off-road vehicles surrounded us, lights cutting through the dust. Celeste froze, her voice trembling as she looked toward the woman stepping out of the lead car.

And now I can’t put a halt to it. They keep coming back…back…and back, like a train maneuvering without a trick stop. I was gasping for air when I woke up from a very bad dream. It reminded me of how my foster mom tortured me when I failed to do what she instructed me to. I pulled the cardigan up to let it hug my body more. I was inside a taxicab, and I didn’t realize that I fell asleep while I was going to my mother’s hospital. The sun is already down, and the blinding lights of the city are the ones that keep the city alive. It’s kind of shocking to know that there are only a few people strolling in the city.

All because of a memory, a ghost that refused to let me go. I gripped the steering wheel, a wave of self-loathing washing over me. “Why won’t you leave me alone?” I screamed, my voice raw and broken. “Why won’t you get out of my head? I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry, Melissa. I’m sorry for everything. I should have been there. I should have saved you. I’m sorry...” The words were a desperate plea, a confession to a ghost that wasn’t there. And with that, the dam broke.