Read Ghost Novels & Stories

I promised. On my third week in the Manor, I decided I felt brave enough to take things one step further with my invisible roommates. I downloaded a free app, said to use the phone mic to detect ghostly sounds and turn them into words from a word bank, one at a time. It was a simpler, cheap version of the Ovilus, one of those crazy-expensive cutting-edge devices ghost hunters used.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

" Two guards in black immediately moved in, ignoring Nellie's struggle as they dragged her toward the exit. Around them, guests lifted their phones, snapping pictures and laughing under their breath. Voices overlapped, mocking how pathetic the Scott siblings were, laughing that people like them might as well be dead. What they didn't know was that I was already dead. And Nellie was suffering from the same illness I had. She didn't have much time left either.

I am not stopping until I get it. Finally, Ghost looks up, his face blank. “Snake’s clean,” he says, his voice flat. “No suspicious activity on his IP address. No calls or texts to Kade or anyone tied to him. Nothing.” he declares,his eyes trained on me. The room stays silent for a second, like nobody believes it. My stomach twists and disbelief hits me hard. For the first time,I don't know if I should trust Ghost’s findings. He has always been accurate though.

with the Energy of the Ordinary. The Ghost in the Substrate couldn't handle the "Low-Intensity Content." It began to Dissolve. The Liquid Ink cloak turned back into harmless lavender mist. The Iron-Hard Text shattered into a billion tiny "Typos" that vanished into the atmosphere. "The... story... must... end..." the Ghost whispered, its form fading into a grey static. "No," I said, walking through the dissolving entity, my violet-silver skin glowing with a quiet, stable heat. "The story just needs to Stop Being a Story."

“I’ll make sure of it.” I started the engine, tires spinning on pavement. As the warehouse disappeared behind me. Mercy’s New Plan Back in my study, I leaned forward and opened the file on “Ghost.” Ghost was a legend….someone who never let a job slip. I tapped the file closed. A secure message pinged on my screen: “Ghost accepts. Details?” I typed back two lines Address of Diana’s bakery ,photo of her and her i*******m page .Bring her to me alive by dawn.

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

Said a boy as he walked up to Autumn, "hey, can we hurry up with this cause I have somewhere to be. Oh I didn't sign up for this." "You have exactly ten minutes to trap your ghosts inside their belongings and bring them back, do you understand." Their teacher said, Autumn shook her head and yelled. "No, I don't even know what this is." "Don't worry you'll be okay, just copy someone. Ready, set, begin." Everyone was doing something with their Ouija board but Autumn, well she had no idea on how to even use the thing so she kept copying everyone especially Jay, he seemed to know what he was doing but along the line she got the step wrong and cut herself by accident, her eyes grew thin as her ha

I sent out the message, feeling my throat dry up instantly, I leaped from the bed, grabbed a bottle of water from the table, and gulped it down with my eyes glued to my screen. The dots reappeared again. My eyes darted to the time, it's almost midnight and I should be asleep by now but ain't no way I'm going to bed without knowing what the hell is going on here. Ghost: You don't know what I'm talking about, or you are pretending not to know? Tell me what lies he told you about your best friend's death and then I might explain myself

“But how does it work, Elder? What must I do to enter this mode?” He leaned forward, his gaze intense. “To enter ghost mode, you must play a specific sequence of notes on the flute. The melody is not complex, but it requires precision and focus. As you play, you will feel your essence begin to shift, to fade from the physical world. Your body will become insubstantial, like a wisp of smoke caught in the breeze.”