Nurse Ghost Novels & Stories

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

"You... Don't come near me! I didn't offend you, did I?! Get away..." The female nurse curled her lips coldly, raised the knife in her hand, and looked down at Yash. "Didn't you just blame me for killing him? Why don't you keep him company in the afterlife, then? It's only fair!" exclaimed the nurse just as she was about to stab him with a knife. "Yash!" His four friends wanted to save him, but they were blocked by the rest of the female nurses. They were unsure whether or not the nurses were humans or ghosts, but they were surrounded as the nurses cornered them step by step.

Nurse Irene had said similar things to me the last time I had spoken with her. Aimee continued, “The nurse wanted to know if I’d manifested a wolf yet. I’m not old enough! But she was adamant, because then she wanted to know if I’d shown any signs of having a wolf ability. How could I do that if I don’t have a wolf?” “I don’t know,” I said. “Then, most outrageously, she started talking about a ghost baby. What does that even mean? My mom was too polite to kick her out, but Mom said the nurse was so intense, it freaked her out. Why would she go to my mom?”

The waft of his musky cologne hits me when we enter, and I lose it all over again. “He’s alive. Ghost took him, though I don’t know where. I haven’t felt his connection sever though I feel his pain. I think Ghost is one of the best people to help him, he was a medic in the human army when he was young,” she says, patting the bed for me to sit. “I didn’t know that,” I say, as I wrap my arms around her.

It curved past the front entrance before opening into a parking area facing the cliffs. Inside, I followed signs toward the palliative care ward overlooking the ocean. The corridors were eerily quiet and the stairwells carried that forced cleanliness hospitals never quite managed to maintain. Behind a glass partition sat a black nurse with a shaved head, staring intently at a computer screen. Judging by the rapid tapping of keys and the occasional flicker of colour, he was playing a game. “You have a patient called Bridget Aherne.” His eyes travelled slowly down to my trousers, where my knees were still stained a darker shade than the rest of the material.

If I survived this, I would drain every last drop of his blood and fill a water gun with it and spray it everywhere. … Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to do that. I didn't survive. Instead, I became a ghost, drifting in the air, feeling lost. I watched as the nurse kept trying to reach Anthony, only to fail again and again. That was just how he'd always been. Once he informed me of something, he would never say it a second time because he knew I didn't dare go against him. The nurse tried calling my other relatives, but that didn't work, either. I was an orphan, and I'd grown up in an orphanage.

The scene went viral across Borevia City. I stared at it, torn between guilt and something colder. Could almost see her face—hope fading to anger, then to blame. She was probably furious. Probably calling me heartless. But she'd never think about what those hundred rejections did to me. Good thing I don't care anymore. Not about her. Not about anyone. Just me. *** Hedley's resignation blew up Quindt Corp. No one knew he and Sonia were a thing, so the place went feral with gossip.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.