Romans & histoires Mykelti Williamson Celebrity Ghost Stories

"Mr. Delano? Why are you saying it like that? He’s just Selene’s boss." Mira didn’t move, but I saw the way her jaw ticked. Then, before I could stop her, she said it. "Mr. Delano—the Ghost King—is not a man who appreciates idle gossip, Miss Carla." The moment Mira mentioned 'The Ghost King', the shift in William’s posture was instant. His shoulders went rigid, his fingers twitched at his sides, and I could practically hear the gears turning in his head as he realized exactly what kind of trouble Carla had just thrown herself into.

The ghost looked at me with pleading eyes. "Those are talismans of Gong tau," Miyako whispered; Chinese black magic. "Those are finger bones," the friendless one added. Smashing them seemed like the sane thing to do. Pamela wouldn't have liked that excuse. I held up each trinket before the ghost. The first one - nothing. The second one - pleading. The third one - nothing. I had to be sure. I smashed the second one. The ghost's shape rippled then began to fade.

Jimmy and Roman, the head of security who was keeping an eye on Mac Rattray, exchanged a wary glance as they took in Eli's murderous look. Eli entered the room with Mac Rattray's dossier and a black fountain pen in his hand. Mac Rattray took one look at The Ghost and his blood chilled in horror. Mac had heard a lot of stories about The Ghost and the infamous Michealson treatment. They were the stuff of nightmares for people like him in Vegas. "Sit down, Mac. Can I call you Mac?" Eli asked genially as he took the seat across his guest. "Sure, Mr. Michealson, sir. Whatever you want," Mac stuttered.

"I'll go back home and continue my normal life but I'll never have anything to do with ghosts anymore. I won't even do like I see them and will continue my story writing and studies." "Will you write my story, Chris?" "Never. It's a secret." I vehemently shook my head. "Why? You don't want people to know you see ghosts?" "Yes, I don't. Moreover, people hardly believe you guys exist so it's of no use writing it and trying to convince them." "But I want you to write my story, Chris. I want the world to know how I died, what caused my death, everything. Including the way, my mum cried when she found out about my death till the very end when I'm gone."

Her skin crawled at the silhouette coming towards her but as it approached, it turned out to be Melisa. She eased up and walked towards her. Melisa's face frowned questioningly as she whispered, "Essie, what are you doing outside? Shouldn't you be sleeping by now?" "I know but I couldn't sleep. I think I saw a ghost earlier." Melissa giggled as soon as she heard this. She smacked her shoulder lightly and said, "A ghost? Do you believe in ghosts?" "No, but I heard that they do exist." Suddenly Mellisa distinctly heard the noise that was coming from the direction of the guest room. There seemed to be merriment. She smirked and remarked,

His words began to slur, spilling out in a messy, confused rush. “There… there was a man. In Halton. Right after we moved to the glass house.” He took another gulp, the whiskey burning a path down his throat. “He was called… the Ghost. He wanted to kill us. Zhedya… he took care of it. He killed him, right in front of me. I didn’t want him to though but he was behind my memory loss then so…” Miller’s fingers tightened almost imperceptibly on his neck. “The Ghost? Do you know his real name?”

I narrated. There was silence among us and I can tell that they were both freaked out about the whole story and looked at me hesitantly. I wouldn’t blame them if they won’t believe it because it sounds a little too freaky and unusual too. William continued his research about LUAHU and he looked as if he was not going to give up while Liv silently contemplating about the whole idea. “Harrison isn’t it kind of odd?” My brows knitted in the middle of my forehead, “What is odd?”

"Sarah at the kitchens said Papa has another son. A ghost boy who came back from the dead with his dead mama." My fingers tightened around the teacup handle until I thought it might snap. The staff were gossiping. Of course they were gossiping. Cecelia's return was the biggest scandal to hit the pack in years. "Come here, baby." I held out my arms and Cameron climbed into my lap, his small body warm and solid against mine. Real. Mine. "That woman, Cecelia, she's not a ghost. She's Papa's old mate from a long time ago."

Then the walls came to life. Paintings—dozens of them—etched in blood and bone, lit up with ghost fire. Each one a moment in time. The fall of the Ghost Den. The rise of the Deathbound. And at the center—me. Or… someone who looked exactly like me. Kelvin moved closer, jaw tight. “That’s not you… is it?” I stared at the figure. Same silver eyes. Same white hair. But her expression was colder. Cruel. “She’s the first Ghost Wolf,” I whispered. “My ancestor. Or maybe… something more.”

Her body was satisfied, but her mind was racing. She had just told a complete stranger things she had never told her best friend Lena. Things she barely admitted to herself. The money was incredible. Over sixty thousand dollars in less than a week. But for the first time, she felt the cost might be higher than she had bargained for. She picked up her phone and deleted the voice notes from her own gallery. Then she stared at Ghost’s username for a long time. Part of her wanted to pull back. To set harder boundaries. Another part already wondered what “darker” thing he would ask her to reveal tomorrow.