Psychic Ghost Novels & Stories

ghost child . The little girl shakes her head sadly . " She's not ghost . She's real . " Her eyes glistened with tears but the tears didn't fall . " You're real too . I can see you can't I ? " I smile warmly . She giggles . " That's true . But you can only see here . No other place . " She beams at her knowledge . " What does that mean ? Is this place a beacon for ghosts ? " Jace asks . Maybe his vocabulary didn't quite get to her because she looks up at him in confusion and then gets up , running towards the stairs .

I whispered, my words slipping through the air like a sharp blade. Her face paled, and her hands trembled as the realization washed over her. Samantha, the ghost from our past, a specter we had long thought banished to the depths of forgotten memories. Yet here she was, resurfacing like a vengeful spirit, intent on wreaking havoc upon our fragile existence. I moved swiftly, my hands still feverishly gathering our belongings, tying up loose ends. It was a race against time, against the shadow that loomed ominously over us. I refused to let Samantha's malicious intent extinguish the fragile flame of hope that burned within our hearts.

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.

- Lowen was curious. Pure looked very tired, she said: “I had a dream, a weird dream.” Everyone listened carefully. Pure sighed: “ I saw a unicorn and a phoenix… and a baby.” “I am wondering why there was a baby in your dream.”- Pure continued. Erono, Lowen, and Rojana maybe had the same question. Pure shook her head: “I still don’t know the meaning of that weird dream, but I know the baby is crossbred of the phoenix and the unicorn.”

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

The question on the mind of every other child in the children’s home was what made a psychic like me different and how to get their hands on the stuff. Many started faking visions of ghosts and conversations with dead relatives or even possession by the devil (the more creative and ADD ones). But they had it all wrong because people like me didn’t only see the spirits of departed people or otherworldly entities. In my case, what I saw was balloons. And not your regular birthday-party type either; no, these balloons were sort of ethereal. Ghost-balloons. They were beautiful yet eerily alien, like jellyfish floating in air, invisible to everyone but to me.

No one could sense his current strength if he didn't mention it. "I'm not, sorry. I just love horror movies and watch them often so I'm a little more courageous." The woman smiled bitterly. "It's alright then. As long as you listen to me, we'll definitely reach the third floor." Spirits and ghosts were directly related to the soul. Despite the layers of illusion around the private paradise of this Black Soul Scout, it was still manipulating souls at its core. "Hm, okay. This is my first time experiencing such things. As long as I can leave, I'll listen to you."

They walked out if the car to the second house away from where the car was parked ked. One..two. one..two.. three Thanatos worked a pattern knock he remembered with the skull brass knocker above the sign. Psychic Reading 9 - 5 In funny looking letters. "A psychic, seriously?" "She is more of a witch than psychic. She is one of the Immortal descendants of Merlin. Her magic is very powerful.."

“She’s a witch, hallucinations and visions are natural to her. It’s despicable you fell for her and ended up being a victim of her implacable plan. A witch such as her, can do the most powerful of magic, but she can’t kill you. The birthmark protects you in its twisted way.” Matt raised his head towards the heavens to spot a face or even a beam of light to see the presence of the Ghost of Michigan, no one greeted until a susurration of noise tapped in his ear, confirming his wildness. ‘Why don’t I feel any emotion or anger over this?’ He pondered, motionless. Soon, the frigid waters might freeze, and he’d be left with no soul, to communicate only with his Gramps-Pumpkin which was also far aw

“Impressive.” He tilted his head, eyes devouring me inch by inch. “I’m many things, Vivienne. Psychic might be the least dangerous.” Oh, so we’re doing this? I crossed my arms. “Dangerous isn’t always impressive. Sometimes it’s just… desperate in disguise.” His grin grew wider. “Careful, darling. That almost sounded like concern.” “I don’t concern myself with ghosts,” I shot back, leaning against the wall like I wasn’t seconds from throwing something at him. “Especially ones sent by queens I don’t kneel to.”