Reading Ghost Novels & Stories

He tried to trace the IP; the Ghost bounced the signal off a satellite in Antarctica, a toaster in Tokyo, and a library in Brazil. But Altair was Vespera Thorne’s son. He didn't just know code; he knew architecture. He realized the Ghost wasn't trying to steal the money. The Ghost was leaving a tag. Altair stopped fighting. He watched the Ghost reach the center of the vault. It didn't take the billions. It simply planted a flag—a small, ASCII art skull—and vanished. CONNECTION TERMINATED. The room went silent. The red lights faded back to blue. "Damage report," Altair asked.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

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.

While the others were asleep she stayed up all night, looking through the window as the cold wind blew through her face, her uncertain heart was the problem, she could feel her heart crying out, waiting for something which never came, and just as she finally decided to get some rest, she felt what she wanted, 'It's here.' She said. Her ghosts who kept watch were staring at her with looks similar to hers. The door to her room was immediately opened and she stood. "Its been calling out to me since yesterday. Am afraid I can't ignore it any longer." She said, quietly she walked past her escorts and stood at the door where the security were all asleep. Agatha woke up abortively, ruining Autumn's

He stares at me. Then leans in. Not close enough to kiss. Just close enough to make it personal. “You feel familiar,” he says, voice low. “It bothers me.” I meet his eyes. Say nothing. He doesn’t pull back. “And it intrigues me.” Still silent. “Good night, Mr. Cross,” I say as I smile. Soft. Cold. And I walk away. Because that’s what ghosts do. They haunt. And then they vanish.

They cut away her jacket as I follow, and that’s when I see it, something folded deep in the inner lining. It shouldn’t be there. I reach down and pull it free. A slip of paper. The handwriting is a slanting, cruel scrawl: You can’t protect her from ghosts. A cold rush sweeps down my spine. Ghosts. I shove the note into my pocket before anyone else notices. “Sir, you can’t come beyond this point,” a nurse says, blocking me as they wheel her into surgery. “I’m not leaving her.” “You’ll just get in the way. We’ll update you.”

"They're trying to d******d. The gas is a liquid-state hard drive, Audrey. It’s searching for a biological host to stabilize its sequence." The suspense of the "Ghost-Protocol" was a struggle for the city’s identity. Throughout the residential sectors, the bronze-wood walls began to pulse with a rhythm that wasn't Audrey’s. Strange, crystalline flowers began to bloom in the plumbing, and the air smelled of the ancient, forgotten ozone of a dead star-system.

They felt velvety and dewy as they pressed against my warm palm. We both froze for a moment. I quickly retracted my hand, while Cecily's eyes flitted about evasively. The tips of her ears turned pink. I was still flustered when Professor Kelley's voice rang out. "Hurry up and come inside."

Just poured himself a coffee, black and bitter, and leaned against the counter like the weight of the building could hold him steady. Ghost appeared like he always did, silent and sudden, leaning in the doorway with a cigarette burning low. His pale eyes cut across the room, landing on Rhett, steady and unblinking. “You didn’t sleep,” Ghost said. Not a question. A fact. Rhett took a swallow of coffee that burned all the way down. “Didn’t need to.”

He drummed his fingers on the table. “Ghost. No last name. Adopted by Christopher Blackwell as a child. No blood relatives listed. No history of lasting relationships.” Vladimir put special emphasis on that word before trailing off. “Greymount, you said you sensed something earlier?” “I have commitment issues.” Snatching the olive from my drink, Ghost placed it between his teeth. “My favorite food is pancakes and I last took a shit this morning. I’ve also been having this reoccurring dream lately—”