Quotes Ghosts Novels & Stories

Ghost said simply. ________________ The two of them ended up outside, the night cool and still. The row of Harleys glimmered under the pale light, silent sentinels. Ghost lit a cigarette, the flare briefly illuminating the scars across his face. He studied Rhett for a long time before speaking. “You killed him.” Rhett stiffened. “You don’t know that.” Ghost’s gaze never wavered. “I don’t have to. I see it in your eyes. Once you’ve taken a life, you don’t hide it from someone who’s done the same. It leaves a mark, boy. Not on your skin. On your soul.”

Ghost could not vanish forever because of her. When she saw the priest standing downstairs, reading from the Bible, Elowen screamed at the top of her lungs. "Stop right now! You cannot keep reading!" She rushed down the stairs, trying to knock the Bible out of the priest’s hands, but two tall, powerfully built bodyguards blocked her at once. She struggled and fought with everything she had, but it was useless. All she could do was watch helplessly as the priest continued chanting, driving the spirit away. "No! Ms. Ghost, run!"

My 'disputed' abilities were all post-college employment, thank you very much. Did the ghosts possess me/tell me to do things? I was not possessed and, discounting sexual bondage and my current work venue, had never been possessed. From my limited exposure, ghosts wanted to not be alone in the afterlife – to be guided to a final resting place with others of their kind/family/friends. None had taught me languages, asked me to steal something, or kill anyone.

" I remembered staring down the dog I have never seen standing in front of your apartment. I remembered that I love lying down on this couch. I remembered the direction of your room even though I am not sure I have been there. I am sure that if I think deeper I will remember how your foodstuffs in your cabinets are arranged, I don't even know how I know that you have cabinets. You have to tell me why I know these things before I go insane. " Maisie sat close to Zach. " if I do tell you about it, you would think that I am crazy. " Zach froze at that. " that is my nickname for you isn't it. " Zach asked as Maisie released another gasp in shock. " It was. " Maisie said softly. " before you left

“We’ve got a fucking ghost. Someone smart. Someone close. Someone careful.” And that, more than anything, was what terrified me. Because ghosts didn’t make noise. Ghosts slipped through cracks. Ghosts could sit beside you at dinner and laugh at your jokes and call you family while plotting your death. I looked up at him, my breath shaking. “Then I guess it’s time we start looking for ghosts.” And Zach, he didn’t smile. He just nodded once. Because if it was us or them? It wasn’t going to be us. Not this time. Not ever.

He wasn’t summoning beasts. He was dragging the in-between into the now. Cracks tore open in the sky. The air turned sharp, cold, wrong. Ghosts spilled through the veil—wolves, twisted and lost, turned half-mad by unfinished lives. Not just spirits. These were memories that had forgotten they’d died. They surged toward me. I roared, driving my dagger into the ground. A ring of light exploded outward. The ghosts wailed, some vanishing instantly, others dragged back into their graves by unseen hands.

It's as if I bought a serving for him. But why didn't he say a word? Can't ghosts communicate? Do they speak any other way? I'm curious. Where is the ghost now? Is he here? I immediately got up and sat up straight, being alert. Did he already in this room all this time? But I didn't see anyone. I remember that figure had the appearance of a full human yet was transparent with a faint gray light. He's so easy to see, how come I've never seen him? What made him suddenly decide to appear?

Hugo said, turning to Dawn and Valerie, his eyes staying on Dawn. However, the latter didn’t think much of it. Are ghosts really that scary? For a person who has died once and was technically a soul that replaced someone else’s, would she still be afraid of ghosts? At the moment, she was bored. As they were walking, they caught up with Jace’s group. “What is it? Did you see something?” Ashlyn asked. “Yeah.. Look up. Don’t you see a shadow? Look! It has red eyes!” Jace pointed at the second floor as he crouched slightly.

She radiated a terrifying presence. However, there was a problem. Eliza, a famous ghost from the fog-shrouded city of Blackmoor, already dominated the long-haired ghoul archetype. Viewers would automatically compare this ghost to Eliza and dismiss her as ordinary, leaving her perpetually at the bottom of the NPC popularity rankings.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"