Reading Ghost Novelas e Histórias

His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories. "It's getting dark , take this book and go read it " he said and gave me the strange old looking book. "Thank you sir, i have much appreciated your help" i said. Now i knew what it was all about, all those confusions were caused by him, my ghost clone. It was night already and the time was 7: 15 pm . I had to rush home , it was not safe for me to be lonely at this time. When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

Ghost is restless, wanting to get out. The cafeteria is too much. I need air, I need to move. I go straight to the woods. As soon as I cross the trees, I rip off my shirt. My body is shaking, ready to shift. My wolf comes out, big, white, with glowing gold eyes. Ghost…….We run.

But they didn’t hit bottom. They landed on a soft, glowing surface—a giant open book, appearing out of nowhere. Near the edge sat a young man in a t-shirt and jeans, a pencil behind his ear. He looked like any student. “Nice catch,” said the young man, smiling kindly. Maya helped Julian up and held the iron key, ready to fight. “Who are you? Are you an Editor?” “Me? No,” the kid laughed, standing up. “I’m the Ghostwriter. The Author hired me when she was too tired to finish your story. I’ve been keeping you alive while the Board tried to delete everything.”

Vengeance has not been paid, on the contrary, it is also unjustly killed. Vera step by step closer to see the shadow, in her mind there is only one thought that there is a real ghost here. There's a broom nearby, but are ghosts afraid of brooms? As far as I know, garlic is the most effective thing to keep the spirit from coming near me, so she needs a piece of garlic in her body, but the garlic is not in her body right now, it's in the fridge, and the ghost is in the kitchen, what do you get?

Every golden bloom shivered—not toward Jeff’s exit—but toward the corner of the greenhouse. Where nothing stood. Where nothing should be. Eva’s breath fogged the monitor. "She’s not in the network anymore." "She’s not dead." "She’s somewhere else." The screen glitched. A new message scrawled itself across the footage: "FIND THE FIRST GARDEN." The first rule of hunting ghosts: don’t let them know they’re dead. Jeff stood in the greenhouse long after midnight, a bottle of Macallan dangling from his fingers—not the cheap whiskey he pretended to drink for visitors. The security feed played on a loop in his peripheral vision: 00:03:31. The reflection that didn’t move.

Ghost raised the pistol to them, their eyes wide with terror. “P-Please, we did our best, we’ve never failed you. You brought him too late,” the physician trembled. They knew the code; the reward of incompetence was death. It’s been like that for centuries, and Ghost won’t stop now. Ghost almost pulled the trigger when the beep pierced through the air like an arrow. The gasps were deafening, and the gun slipped from Ghost’s hand with a light clack. “Does the dead pay the living a visit, or am I dreaming?” a nurse shrieked in disbelief.

"You are exaggerating, Nurse Cathy. I did not do it in the end, right? She managed to do it. But there is still something wrong, why she could not remember phase three?" Nurse Cathy walk up to us with the tray. The tray that I thought was empty had an eye sitting on it. "...D-doctor Eye..." I almost yelled in shock. Really, after Mr. Finch, the headless man, Doctor Eye was one of the scariest ghosts for me. Sir Reynold comes next.

Inside, Ghost sat at the head of a long oak table, a plate of steak before her. She was striking—dark hair pulled back tightly, eyes sharp and commanding. She speared a piece of meat with her fork and paused mid-bite as the doctor entered, her gaze locking onto him. "How may I help you, sir?" she asked, her voice calm yet edged with authority. Doctor Francis took a tentative step forward, lowering his voice. "Sorry to bother you, but I’m the doctor in charge of Damon’s late wife, Anna." Ghost’s expression remained neutral, though her fork hovered above her plate. "Okay?"

"A ghost doesn't leave digital footprints in a high-security relay, Chalida. Ghosts don't have secondary signatures." Pim tapped the screen with trembling fingers, her eyes darting between the fluctuating lines of the code. "This user is actively scrubbing our location, yet they’re leaving breadcrumbs. Why?"