Phantasma Scooby-doo Novels & Stories

I looked back to see, he had disappeared once again. Ahh! Something is definitely not right. "Am I the only one seeing this?" I asked him on our way back to the camp. "Seeing what?" "Images? I mean, someone is coming after us. We are not safe." "Are you imaging things? Why can't I see nothing then." My phone made a 'low battery' sound. "Geez! I have a low charge. Can I charge in here?" "There is no charger. You have been listening to music since. Let the phone rest now." He chuckled.

I now suddenly realize that I said that out loud " Who are you talking to?" She stares at me weirdly "Do you see them too?" I' wear a confuse expression "see what too?" She leans closer to me and whispers ''spirits" "You mean like ghosts?" She shakes her head "Yes..yes ghosts" "Wait you mean, you see them?" She nods frighten I think to myself 'That's strange I thought I was the only one' Tommy respondes "so did I" ''Hey, Tori why don't you come with me and maybe-"

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 again louder. "Help please help!" The woman yelled . I rushed into the basement to see who she was but the basement had no any source of light, it was full of darkness. "Who's here!" I screamed but nobody answered. "Anybody here?!" I screamed again but still nobody replied. The basement was kinda creepy and the absence of light made it creepier. "Alright there is nobody here " i said while moving backwards then i noticed something on my t - shirt, a blood stain.

I got into the game. "No, it's not something like a premonition, although there are countless movies about it too," I told in a mild tone. Pablo crossed his arms in front of his chest, watching me with full attention. He didn't even blink. "The sixth sense talks about a boy who is bullied and is chased by ghosts. He is attacked by several of these ghosts and some people believe that it's his mother's fault, so a psychiatrist takes care of the boy's case, and something very surprising happens in the end. I can't tell you, it's a spoiler, and you would kill me if you knew.”

spoke the phantom figure. With a frown, James inquired, “Does this phantom figure have a connection to your main self?” The phantom figure elaborated, “In theory, they’re the same. However, since you’re outside my territory, I have no idea where my phantom has manifested. It’s merely a projection of my soul.” Continuing, he explained, “Your presence in the outside territory is risky. My phantom will accompany you for some time. Throughout that duration, I can come to your aid should you face any danger.”

“Something else.” I preened hard as he said those words and I clung to it tightly, storing it in my heart right before the lights suddenly came on, temporarily blinding me. I gasped in shock, my brain seeming to have forgotten that lights do exist from how shocked it is right now. As I blinked up at him from my position on the ground, I felt a blush settle on my face. Without the darkness, I felt embarrassed as hell, cause I could see him staring down at me, knowing he could definitely see all the proof of me just sucking him off on my face and shirt.

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.

Without the least bit of empathy for my cornered compatriots, I pat myself on the back for trusting my instincts, simultaneously horrified and impressed as each time a vamp tries to port, they reappear abruptly, like a bird crashing into a window, tumbling to the ground. If they even make it that far. Inside their dark magic dome, there’s also some phantom form, smoke-like and swirling black, both in the air and at ground level—I’ve never seen anything like it— that shrouds any porting vamps within seconds of their reappearance against the dark magic barrier. Where the hazy phantasm passes, it dumps the porting vampire as a mummified husk before moving on eagerly to the next stunned and obli

I released, holding back my breath so I wouldn't throw up. Suddenly, a shadow moved past me, swiftly in my room, but I couldn't see any face displayed. "Oh... My... God...!!!" I screamed so loudly, but softly, but in a blink, it disappeared. In the snap of an eye, I saw myself lying comfortably on my bed. My eyes widened as my phone rang and my hand clutched it so tightly. "What's the matter Cilia, your voice? "Oh Melinda, it's you! I just saw him again in my dreams, and as I woke up this place became so terrifying for me!"

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t