Psychic Ghost Novels & Stories

“How poetic.” “What do you want?” Her eyes flicked toward the pack house. “Only to warn you. They’re whispering again. Some say Zac’s spirit still lingers. That he’s… watching.” I felt the blood drain from my face. “Don’t start this.” “I’m not starting anything,” she said, stepping closer. “You’re the one pretending ghosts don’t follow you.” “There are no ghosts,” I said firmly. Her smirk deepened. “Maybe. But you and I both know some sins don’t die easy.”

Oscar grinned and studied me with a bit more care than I was comfortable with. “Do you believe in the paranormal?” he asked. I shrugged. “I believe in ghosts and such.” He had a hint of sincerity in his voice as he asked, “Just ghosts?” “She has some kind of psychic ability,” Kenzie offered. When I shot her a look of disapproval, she quickly added, “But, she doesn’t like to talk about it or use it.” “Why not?” he asked with surprise.

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

she murmured, her gaze following its slow, ghostly trail. “For real?!” Melva exclaimed, brushing her arms quickly as if a sudden chill had run over her skin. “Yes. But don’t worry—it’s harmless, Melva,” Althea assured her calmly. Melva leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Can you… can you see ghosts too?” Althea chuckled softly. “No, it’s not a ghost. There are just remnants of dark energy here. They can cause sickness, so it’s no wonder people thought the place was cursed. But I’m planning to cleanse it later.”

I'm sure it'll be strange for me. "Tsk! Please don't ignore me!" The boy finally lost his patience and moved one of the neatly parked bicycles. 'He has the ability to move things!' What have you done, Ellice? This spirit is a bad one! That's not something a typical ghost can accomplish; I need to get out of here right now!' I thought. "Ahh!" As soon as I saw the bike move, I screamed. I attempted to be as normal as possible. I dashed for the exit, passing him on my way out. I turned around as I approached the exit but unintentionally met his stare.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

I spent the next few days learning the purpose of and how to use the equipment that Nora had purchased in preparation for our taking on the paranormal. I found it both interesting and frustrating. There were gadgets for almost everything one might imagine, such as electromagnetic detectors and thermometers. Apparently, ghosts use electricity to help them manifest and, when they do, the temperature in the room will change even if you can’t see them. Being a skeptic at heart, I found the equipment both interesting and amusing.

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

" The volume of Old Ghost Huang's last sentence was slightly sharp, and Wang Zhan couldn't help but shiver. He would rather be stabbed to death or shot than die at the hands of a ghost, it was too creepy! Old Ghost Huang was still talking, "Actually, ghosts are not as scary as you think, they can't touch people, they can't touch people, so what do they do when they want to harm people? In our ancient language, we call it charming the mind, hey! In scientific terms, it is called interference with brain waves! Once the brain waves are messed up, won't people get confused? Let what to do, let jumping on the building to jump, wait until the jump, the person should wake up, head a little, eyes op

She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits. I stood my ground. "He's not coming back," I said softly. "You can be at peace now." The ghost froze. Her shoulders trembled, and she let out a faint whimper, as if a great weight had been lifted. The black mist around her dissipated. Her form turned faint, then transparent, until she dissolved into a wisp of light that drifted toward the rose bushes. Lorenzo's eyes lit up. "Damn, where'd you learn that trick?"