Showtime Ghost Novels & Stories

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

she went back to the gap looked at the stars as she talked to herself. she wished her life was perfect like what the neighbors thought of it. she went down on her knees and pleaded before going to bed. Baraka, the boy living subsequent house to mercy, was at the dining table by himself, his parents were out on a business trip as usual. after he’s done with his meal, he went to bed, took his phone and called mercy to say goodnight. ‘‘I can bill the gloom in your speech even from the phone, so what’s going on with you?’’ baraka commanded

But they were too late. Ghost had spent four months mapping this estate. Had identified every security camera. Had calculated every angle. Had positioned himself so carefully that no standard sweep would ever detect him. And even with these new personnel, they would be looking for someone actively trying to get close to the bride. They would be looking for an intruder. Ghost wasn't planning to intrude. He was planning to take the shot from the tree line and disappear into the woods before anyone understood what had happened. He would be gone before the bride's body hit the ground. Gone before security could respond. Gone before anyone could organize a pursuit.

she said, voice trembling, “he’s clean—you’re chasing ghosts.” Monroe chuckled, low, menacing. “Ghosts bleed,” he said, “you’ve got 48 hours—think hard, Sheila, or I dig deeper.” She froze, her footage of Jeremy’s grin—weak but alive—a shield she clutched, her bond with him a lifeline she couldn’t drop, but Monroe’s threat coiled tight, suspense choking the air.

In an instant, Larris reacted slamming his elbow backward into the Ghost, sending her stumbling. One shot rang out The bullet ricocheted off the metal beam. Teresa grabbed her father and dove behind a pillar as the Ghost lunged forward to catch the USB. But it hit the ground. And shattered. A small spark fizzled out. The Ghost froze. What have you done? she hissed. Teresa stood tall. It wasn’t the real key. The Ghost's voice dropped to a deadly whisper. Kill them. But before her masked guards could move Sirens wailed outside.

“Little ghost.” Next: Shatterpoint

Skyler screeched to a halt, her face pale in terror. "Nom… Young girls taste the best." Ghost was licking the blood off his lips as he threw the corpse he had been holding with just one hand and grinned viciously. It was a girl just around seventeen, her expression frozen eternally in death after Ghost chewed through her throat. Seeing that she was not getting away, Skyler decided to talk and try to buy time. "Don't you see?! The power of the spiritron vein has consumed you!" That only left Ghost glowering. "And that's because your boss Torrent pushed me this far!"

“In the basement. Now.” Before Ghost kills everyone.

she asked before pushing me in. “Of course.” Trisha made me sit down on the couch under the window and left me there. “Are you okay, Fran?” asked Ann. “Yes, yes, I’m just surprised,” I got to say before Trisha came back with both tablets and set them on the coffee table. “You guys need to hear this,” she said, browsing the whole article on her phone. “Hold tight. I’m gonna read it all.” “After a decade leading the paranormal scene on TV, Brandon Price announced he’s leaving his award-winner show Haunters.