Showtime Ghost Novels & Stories

“If I remember correctly, you forgot the water because you were on the phone with Evangeline and you were watching that drama show of yours. The one with the doppelgänger’s and those British Vampires.” “It was the season finale.” I said, exasperated. Seriously, did none of these men get it? Pausing, I scowled at him. “Wait, a second. The British Vampires didn’t even come in until the next season. I never watched that one around you.” Ghost’s brows shot up. “The fuck? Caius likes Vamp chick-flicks?” I gasped and pointed at him. “You watched it! No way. What team are you on? Vampire or Werewolf? Damon or Stefan?”

We both let out a startling scream as I reach and grab the planchette. "It might be late but we have to say goodbye anyways just to be safe" I nervously put the planchette back onto the board and we both put our fingers on it. We move the planchette to goodbye and take our fingers off the board. We exchange looks of regret as my tv remote flies off the table into my closet door. Brittany screams and runs into my arms as I hold onto her. I notice my room door opening slowly as it suddenly slams shut. I flinch holding onto Brittany as I see the shadow figure in my room, pointing at us.

Samantha arched her eyebrow. “A month ago? You need to be more specific than that, Caleb. At what time or any event that I attended a month ago that you are interested in knowing more about?” she asked, sipping her hot tea as Samantha was looking at the ultimate trio. Caleb crossed his arms, frowning before Xavier took over the conversation. “The night of the Folk Festival a month ago, Sam. Damien said that he saw the last person talking to Zack was you that night,” Xavier stated. His voice was a matter of fact that she had to arch her eyebrow at the tone that Xavier used.

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

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.

After checking with the security guard, Wendy finally found out that the research had begun, and no one was coming out until it was over. "How long will it take?" Wendy asked desperately. The guard told her the projected completion date was about a year and a half from now. Wendy flew back to Rockshire in a gloomy haze. Once she got back to the house and lay on the bed, she felt as though the house she'd lived in for five years had turned into an icy chamber. No one was going to tend to her when she was sick anymore. No one was going to call out her name. No one was going to leave a light on for her when she came home late at night.

She interrupted as she wiggled her hips again, tossing her hair over her shoulder in what she clearly thought was a seductive move. The problem here is that, because she is a ghost, half her body kept flickering in and out of visibility. One second she is grinding on me, the next second, she vanished completely, and then bam, she is back, a little off-center, her knee phasing through my fucking thigh and it's really scary.

Silas reached out and touched Leo’s cheek. "Good shot," Silas whispered. "We need to go," Leo said, looking around. "He knows we are here. If he can control the room, he can control the whole villa." "No," the Ghost’s voice came over the speakers in the ceiling. "He can't. I’ve isolated his access. But he knows you survived. He’s launching a distraction." "What kind of distraction?" Adrian asked. "Look at the ocean," the Ghost said. They ran to the window. Down below, the stormy sea was churning. But cutting through the waves was a sleek, black speedboat. It wasn't coming toward the villa. It was leaving.

I sat there for a long time, trying to digest everything. It turned out my ghost housemate used to be a legend at the company that I now worked at. I shut my laptop, my feelings all tangled up. I asked, "So, you're only stuck here because of the car accident… Is that it?" After a long silence, Ivy's voice echoed faintly in my head. It was soft and almost drifting. "It wasn't an accident." My heart lurched. Before I could ask anything else, her voice faded away.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.