Psychic Ghost Novels & Stories

Your spiritual energy was strong enough that your eyes could no longer even distinguish between a human and a Ghost. (I was speechless..... Maybe because no one close to me has ever died that might be the reason why I have never met 'dead people' and even if I did I would only perceive them as strangers in their everyday life. If I were to see my dead father in the street maybe I would have come to question myself.) Kiri: Well I think that ghost avoids you too anyway. ''Why is that?'' Kiri: Someone with high spiritual energy would only come out of a demon or an exorcist.

I drifted along behind him, floating like a restless ghost all the way to the hospital, until I found myself in Alice's ward. There she was, lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and pitiful, as though she were the very picture of tragedy. But looking at her only brought a fresh wave of agony as I thought of my own child—a child fully formed, yet never given the chance to see this world. I glared at Alice and Grayson with a rage so fierce it burned through my spectral being. In that moment, I wished I could transform into a vengeful spirit and drag these two wretched souls to the grave to accompany my child.

I'm 5'6" and have an athletic build. My friends told me that I'm very appealing. Although I'm not that pretty like other girls around. I also have my hair in a pixie cut and keep on trying to not be your typical girl. But that's just on the outside because hell, I'm too different from most people. I have an active third eye. People also call it the sixth sense. Yes, I see ghosts and spirits around me. But I also smell and hear them. It's too much for just an ordinary girl. Although I came from a family of faith healers. I don't exactly consider myself a psychic even if I see a different dimension now and then. My gifts are not enhanced like my grandmother's. She wanted me to embrace it but I

"How much do you know about ghosts, Sam Holiday? You're the first man in decades not to run screaming from me. Usually, I spend my manifestation time hiding from the inhabitants of the house. You're the first one who hasn't been frightened." He shrugged. "I've seen a few. I know there are different kinds of hauntings. Some ghosts are really just...echoes, I guess, of some traumatic event. Those just repeat the same actions over and over, which rules you out since we're having a lucid conversation. Others are spirits who've chosen, for good or evil, to remain on this plane for some reason, whether it's protecting their descendants, guarding a sacred site or seeking revenge. Finally, there's t

Christina pointed over at Azad with her sorrowful words pouring out of her. Amy comforted Christina when she could see her becoming more frantic. She began brushing her fingers through Christina’s hair, hoping she could calm her down. Amy felt like she was having an out-of-body experience. She still felt like she was possessed by something. Amy wanted to keep holding Christina’s hand, but she felt something trying to pull her away. She felt the spirit of Christina drifting away. Amy wanted to keep Christina’s presence with her. She felt like a psychic who was trying to hold on to the hand of a ghost. Amy could only hold on to Christina’s petite hand for five minutes. When Christina vanished,

Hana didn't remember his face clearly, but his hoarse voice that seemed to be holding back tears continued to ring in Hana's head. "Maybe you were followed by a ghost." Clena's words immediately made the milk box she was holding fall onto the floor. But Clena did not pay attention to Hana's face, which turned pale. She continued with a shrug “A friend of mine used to experience it. Every night she was followed by curious spirits. Until finally she got bored and decided to ask a psychic for help. " "R ... really?" "Yes, even after having had dreams a few times, the ghost started to show itself every time my friend walked into her room."

He rose his hand to silence her and calmly spoke with a smile. "That's enough now Asuka." He said. Asuka fell silent as she obeyed his words, "excuse her Paige, I will make sure this doesn't happen to anyone again. However, as I was saying I do recall the reason why your family drifted apart. Your son claimed he could see Ghosts at an early age, do you remember how we told him that he was blaspheming and that could put him in a horrible situation, we didn't give him a chance to speak up, when he left, it was in his letter that he was going to search for answers." Mr. Yoshida stopped to think for a while, he took a closer look at the sketch and said, "may I see that again." At another glance

I looked at her with a dubious look. “The dead don’t lie Katherine. These are flashes, ghosts whispering their own tales of memories from times past. It doesn’t necessarily mean that the ghost is directly here with us just, shadows of their memories. When something horrific, it imprints on the room or house in a negative way.” I was nodding in understanding of everything that she was saying. I knew a little about paranormal investigation. I watch Ghost Hunters and The Dead Files. “Something really bad happened here. The memories of that event are stained into this place. I don’t think it was in this room though.”

"Tell me how to stop the bleed. Tell me how we kill a ghost that lives in every puddle and window in this district." "We can't kill them, Sofia. Not in the traditional sense. A phantom in a mirror is just a projection of a consciousness anchored on the other side. You have to break the anchor," Zilo explained, pausing to wipe a smear of violet condensation from his goggles. "You have to destroy the surfaces. Every window, every polished plate, every basin of water. If they don't have a medium to manifest through, they stay trapped in the glass. But Sofia... look at the sky. If the clouds turn to mirrors, there won't be enough hammers in the world to save us."

The ghost spoke. The sound was a freezing whisper. It entered my mind. “He will destroy you too.” The warning was absolute. The spectral figure surged toward us. Rian reacted instantly. He was still weak. He was terrified. The psychic attack had shattered his control. He pulled me tight against his chest. He rolled us behind the rusted metal drums. He pressed his face into my hair. "Keep your eyes closed," Rian commanded. His voice was a raw growl of animal panic. "Do not look at her. Do not engage."