Psychic Ghost Novels & Stories

This question that I've asked countless times is like a bottomless abyss, and before I fall in completely, I hurriedly pull myself back: now I should be thinking about Zephyrine, not the damn diary. "I've heard of the so-called 'ghost experiences' of quite a few of my friends around here, but if you ask me," Caleb bristled, "the so-called 'spirits' ' would be a magnetic field, or energy . . anyway (anyway), I'm not really sure."

asked Elder Maxim coldly as he looked at Elder Ethan. “What I want to say… is that it’s really simple. From the very beginning, the Land of Ghosts was a cursed place. Even a fighter that is an Agility of level nine wouldn’t be able to get out of this place should they come here. The black magic mist carried within it a terrifying power and the devilish energy here is enough to make even us uncomfortable. So how is it possible for a kid with the level of Agility of level two to enter such a place?” Elder Ethan’s expression became even more sinister as he said all this.

“Yes, but we work together not apart. We have to learn to work together. I know we didn’t always get along, but during my NDE, I was shown things…and they are hard to explain, but you’re going to have to trust me, mom.” “Yeah, you have to learn to trust our little medium now.” Linda smiled. “Speaking of that.” Isabella began to eat. “We have a ghost in the house.” “What?” Her mother almost got up and left. “I thought so.” Linda smiled. “Let me guess…um…a young girl?” “Yeah, and I’ve seen her twice now.” “What? I don’t know about this…” Her mother almost got up again, but Linda held her down. “Listen to your daughter.”

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, I shook a pillow, and a tiny paper figure floated out. Its face was drawn to resemble Lucas, and his birth details were written on the back! The fortune teller exclaimed, “That’s it! The lock and the paper figure work together, and since you've touched the lock, the effect on you is stronger. Luckily, you found it early.” I broke out in a cold sweat. That same day, I slipped the paper figure under Miles’ pillow and instructed my parents to watch him while he slept.

Skylar shivered, thinking back to how the voices echoed forcefully in her head. "Those are lost souls" She answered but continued when Skylar raised an eyebrow. "Ghost has no purpose but to haunt while lost souls are struck between the dead and the living, their bodies are either dead or alive while their spirit goes around, searching for their bodies, they feel tormented till they do so" She explained, looking around. "So, I still do not wish to encounter anything dead, I suggest we start moving if we do not want to be among them" "We are to walk to the deepest part of the forest, call for her and she will come to us" Skylar nodded and started moving, with Shailyn holding onto her arm like

I nearly collapsed at the sound of his thick baritone voice. My heart was about to explode in my chest. “Don't be afraid, child.” I scoffed, raising my brows. “Don't tell me not to be afraid, you are dead!” I screamed, taking another step back. “How will I not be afraid when I'm seeing ghosts? I mean, who sees ghosts?!” I screamed at them, placing my hands in the air to act as a barrier between us. Fuck! I see dead people! But how come? Was that a fucking gift too?

“Let me go get Leni.” This entire thing feels surreal. Even the air feels thin. Ghost is pacing, making me uncomfortable. He tries to float images to me, but they are staticky and disjointed. “Ghost, are you okay?” I stop and focus on him. “Milo! Where are you?” His howl sounds far away. “Ghost?” I close my eyes to search for him. “Milo? What’s wrong?” I hear someone say, but they’re too far away for me to recognize the voice.

I fell back onto the ground, clutching my chest. I discovered myself standing over my body, a thin cord connecting me to it. I looked around, but there was no sign of Van. I pictured the coven hoping he was with the children. Ghost travel worked by thought, think and poof you are there. I walked to the kids but frustratingly he wasn't here. I pictured the clearing where Brooke's body was but again nothing. Where was he and what had made him leave me? I thought of the palace knowing that was the final place he might have gone to. I reached the palace walking inside. I found a dark cloud floating before Van's body as if blocking me.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.