Operation Ghost Stories Book Novels & Stories

Half of his head was blown off, brains and dark red blood clinging to his eye socket. He must have been one of Marco's hired guns in life. There was no way he was among the living now. "Careful, little kitty. Nosing around can get you killed," the spirit said with a ghastly smile, black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. A ghost. "Another one of Marco's guard dogs?" I asked coldly. "I'm the master of this pier," the spirit said, closing in. "But I took the boss's offering, so I have to clean up any bugs that crawl in."

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

It sat on my vanity, the white leather glowing with a faint, ghostly luminescence. “Ting.” The sound was soft, almost mournful. Task Thirty-Two: The Mother’s Audit. The Ledger is not a list of names. It is a map of the ‘Void-Nodes’ currently growing inside the North’s children. To stop the spread, you must find the ‘First Infection.’ Follow the silver thread that leads out of your window. I looked at the book, then at my sleeping husband. If I woke him, he’d burn the book and forbid me from leaving. He’d try to fight a ghost with a sword again.

But the fear that had been gnawing at her for days pushed her forward. She opened the book. The first pages were cold, filled with business notes and travel schedules. But as she flipped forward, the handwriting changed—it became jagged, frantic, and deeply personal. Her eyes landed on a single sentence near the end: Some ghosts don’t stay buried because they were never dead. A chill crept down her spine, turning her blood to ice. Before she could process the words, the lights throughout the estate flickered once, buzzed, and died. The house fell into absolute, suffocating darkness.

“You’re the only one who hasn’t looked at me like I need a pat on the head and a breathalyser.” “Because I remember your wife,” Frank said. “And because there’s a difference between mad and haunted.” He shifted. “There’s a room under the sacristy. Books that shouldn’t be read lightly. A Jesuit left them when he passed through in ‘83. He said our coast holds old stories the old people wouldn’t name. He called them ‘things that don’t forgive.’” A pause. “I don’t like the books. But sometimes you don’t need to like a ladder to climb out of a hole.”

77 in cash. The ghost story doesn't end. It just multiplies.

I hoped the walls were soundproof, as I didn’t want to overhear any funny business between Silas and his girlfriend. Climbing onto my bed, I reached for my bedside drawer, pulling out a large book with thick pages and a brown cover. It was a book on vampire origins, and basically everything one needed to know about them. Bill had gifted it to my mom as a moving-in present, thinking she might need it living with two vampires under the same roof. If only he knew Mom didn’t read books. Even when I was a kid, she’d make up my bedtime stories on the spot. She found it funny to tell me horror stories before bed.

Loren had already started preparing her story when Ria noticed that the clock already indicated that their next class was about to start. "Good grief! We're almost late!” Ria slapped her forehead followed by Loren who immediately looked at her cell phone and widened her eyes in shock. “You're right, Thomas had called me many times. Come on, I'll tell you the story another time." She got up and helped Ria tidy up some books. Ria immediately set aside one book and an article that she would borrow. For others she'll put back on its shelf. “There are lots of ghosts in this place. I can feel it…” Loren said while walking along the giant bookshelves with Ria.

Indeed, as she looked at them now, she almost felt as if vampires would rise from each one of them. But as she walked, what really struck her was the floor. There, in the distance, was a series of shapes, protruding from the floor. As she got close, she could see that it was a cluster of tombs, embedded in the floor, marble shapes of human beings, supine, rising up from the floor itself. It was as if the floor were a living graveyard, as if these bodies were getting ready to rise. She thought of the sarcophagi in the cloisters in New York, and she felt certain that this was a sacred place for vampires. She sensed an energy coming off of one of them, and she leaned in close, and read the insc

Was she dead? All this explains why the bus didn't stop, people didn't reply to her when she waved. They couldn't see her, that was why she was found in the cemetery. Austin stared at her and took a step back, this revelation alone almost blew up his mind. She was with a Ghost? Why can he see a ghost? "Oh my God," he muttered with his voice shaking, he ran past his brother and went into his room. He locked his door quickly, trying to stop Tasha or his brother from getting in.