Mykelti Williamson Ghost Story Novels & Stories

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.

She staggered a few steps, her eyes closed, breath steaming from her nose in a single long stream. "Oh my God! Not now Jelnimia...!" Malison quickly halted his movement, holding her hand, as she fell to the ground, she was near unconscious and blood gushed out from her mouth. Hot light flared, a bolt of flame blasted towards them. Even with his shoulder he felt the vibrations in the ground beneath him and at the very last moment he felt a shock which almost knocked him off his feet. The blazed section of his lamptern went dim, and in a flash, a pillar of light appeared with a blinding shockwave, making Jelnimia scream out in anguish as it tore open, almost consuming them.

"Anyway, we should really stop standing around here and go find somewhere to hide until nightfall. Come on." For the rest of the day, our group kept watch over my parent's villa as the workers and guards went about their day. I had to admit, sitting dormant and not doing anything was boring, but I needed to endure if I wanted to avenge Greyson. By the time night fell, I had taken all that I could and was happy when Mykel said the magic words I had been waiting all day to hear. "Let’s begin." Mykel smirked, pulling out a special powder that he had brought along with him. "Cover yourself in this so that your scent is masked."

"I know I was sleeping on it! My question is, how did I get here? I remember sleeping in the bathroom while you, the claimed 'ghost' was here. And I also remember that ghost cannot touch, talk less of carry something or SOMEONE from one spot to another... so?" He smiled knowingly, "You seem to forget that I am also a demon. Basically, half ghost, half demon though the demon side is partially locked away, but I can still disappear and appear with or without something or someone."

I was going to walk out quietly, i don't even need ice cream anymore. "His name is ghost no body knows his real name" he continued and now i need to listen, I'm too curious to just leave now. "He took my pet from me, i know she belonged to him for a while. Kill him and be over with it" Kill him, he just asked for whoever he's talking with to kill ghost... I can't let them just kill ghost, i can't let them even hurt ghost!! I touched my necklace the one with mine and daddy's voice on it.

He softly said to them, "There's something wrong with this house. Dang, I was scared so badly last night." Kisa and Gilbert looked at each other for a moment. They were confused. Kelvin looked around as he lowered his voice, "I had nightmares last night. They were some weird dreams about ghosts. I was so frightened that I woke up in the middle of the night a few times. And after I woke up a few times, I couldn't go back to sleep anymore. I kept feeling like there were ghosts in the room. I'd have gone to your room last night, but I felt like I would be disturbing the two of you. Oh my god, I told you, this Mullen residence is scary! So f*cking scary!"

He was tense earlier because of the stares, but I'm sure he was enjoying their adoration of him. Ghosts don't favor crowded spaces. Their real name is Myles McCormick, aka Ghost. He's only a few years younger than me before he joined the team. He has been given the name Ghost because of his code name. He is good at not being spotted. He's a great master of disguise, and you wouldn't think twice to know who or where he is. He's like a wandering ghost who came to fuck you.

Uncle Millie suddenly exclaimed— trying to lighten the mood. "Shhhsshhh!!!" Everyone hushed down Millie and he kept quiet in shame. "He went further to say that ever since the day he had killed his wife; your Great grandmother, her ghost never stopped to haunt him and the mansion and everyone else who lived in it. She wants revenge and she wanted him dead just as he had killed her. And on every fiftieth year, she would come to haunt the mansion and everyone in it!" "So today makes it another fifty years!" William nodded.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”