Psychic Ghost Novels & Stories

The Epiphyllum had already bloomed, and the white flowers were gorgeous. But the crying sound of the bamboo grove took her attention away. "Ice guy, is there really a ghost in that yard?" "Little fool, there are no ghosts in this world, only people have ghosts in their hearts." Said Zac as he put his arm around her shoulders. "I heard that the ghost's real body was the brain waves. After a person died, the brain waves floated in the air. If someone had the same frequency with it, you could see it." Said Hazel seriously.

“If we intended to scare you, you’d already be unconscious.” Maerin swallowed. Althea’s eyes sharpened with interest rather than fear. “I assume you’re here for inspection.” “Yes,” Puc confirmed. “And contingency preparation.” He gestured subtly, and his team fanned out with silent precision. Ghosts moved differently than the living. They didn’t walk so much as decide to be elsewhere. One moment they were beside a pillar; the next, their hand was sliding through stone, testing for hidden sigils, Veil-knots, or layered bindings meant to trigger later.

Rebecca "Yes even though we couldn't catch any footage of it, there where some blur is seen in some cameras even though it was not clear it passing through the walls suddenly appearing and disappearing from one place to another, we think it was a ghost type and a very powerful one" Giovanni "A Ghost-type, Hmm come here and get on your knees and relive my stress" Rebecca didn't question and went towards Giovanni and went on her knees and unzipped his pants to do her work, she knew Giovanni was pissed and wouldn't be good for her if she refused or didn't do it properly.

, Dawn said slowly “a vengeful spirit” Lena sighed “thought it might be”, she admitted. Dawn frowned at her “wait, you knew?” she asked, astounded “how?” The blackette was aware at how open minded Lena was but she didn’t think that she would go as far as to place the blame on it for Bryce and Shawna’s deaths. “My godmother told me all about different supernatural things, including ghosts”, the brunette explained “she’s an occult professor. Anyway, when I saw the hook in the wall…it made me think of the Hook Man legend. So I guessed it was a ghost”.

“I’ll go first. Prove to you that if I can do it—and that six-year-old over there—then you can do it.” “That kid is at least twelve.” She releases me and falls back into the water, floating on her back. “And yes, let’s try this. But if I die, I’m haunting you for the rest of your life.” “I don’t believe in ghosts.” “Oh, you will once my angry spirit starts breaking all the top-shelf bottles of booze at the bar. But I’ll start out way more subtle than that. Dex will wake up at night, staring at the wall growling. You’ll start to wonder, getting just a little freaked out. Then things will go missing. Doors will shut on their own, along with flickering lights.”

asked Jovan. "What? You can't see anything, but feels weird?" "Uhuh. I can't see them clearly, but I can feel the differences between at noon and at night." "Well, I don't see anything. Not yet," Alka turned to his right and Jovan followed him. They went to the stairs to the third floor. "Anyway... Why did you plunged into the psychic world?" "I found out that sometimes there are cases that only can be solved with the help of the victim from the other world. Don't you think so? You've a case like that right? When a spirit got inside you and blurted out about how she died?"

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Irene trails off. "I categorise you as the purple one because you actually are able to interact with ghosts, your potential is just... locked away, I guess you could say?" Kai clarifies, pointing to a square connected to the purple stickman. "You have the rare blood that spirits go batshit over and now they're attracted to you. Not to mention you told me you felt the spirit stalking you all morning which means you now can sense spirits, or maybe you were always able to but no spirits have ever gotten close enough to you for you to sense it."

Instead of feeling sad, she smiled widely. She jumped off the bed, slid the glass door to the side and went to the balcony. There, she inhaled a deep breath. After a while, she chuckled alone. Once again, she recalled the frivolous dream of last night. The long-haired blond with the beautiful appearance lingered on her mind. “What am I thinking? Someone like that cannot exist in this world.” She shook her head. She smiled all alone at the balcony while thinking of him. She felt a weird kind of relief after knowing the ghost she saw in her dream wasn’t a female. She thought it was funny but at the same time, it was impossible to forget such a person who possessed an appearance that was like n