Simon Ghost Novels & Stories

We'd been playing together long enough to move like a unit, and right now, that unit was saying, 'We've got your back. Simon stopped a few feet away, his breath coming out in nervous clouds. Up close, he looked even worse; his hair was a mess, his clothes were wrinkled as he'd slept in them, and there was something haunted in his eyes that made him look like a ghost of the confident guy I remembered. "Hey. Good morning." His voice was quiet, almost hesitant. "Morning." I kept my voice neutral, crossing my arms over my chest. "To what do I owe this visit?"

Suddenly, Oliwen raised his hand and he said: “Me!” “Oliwen? Alright, but you should be careful, the Domin’s citizens are not friendly at all.” Oliwen: “...” “About the prophecy…” Pure waved her hand, and a crystal globe appeared “We should take a look at this globe.” When she’d just finished talking, a sudden light appeared in the room. Then the room was covered with a strange light. That kind of light made the room special. A dim picture appeared on the globe… That is a village, a village in the human world. A boy standing in the alley with a beggar…Then a small beautiful star fell on top of the boy. A series of deep breaths resounded from everyone in the room.

"I've called the cops and these doors are bullet proof. You're not getting in so easily." "Stephanie open up the door it's me Simon," he said, when he heard her talking consistently. "What in the world?! Are you crazy?" Stephanie asked Simon as she opened up the door. The fragrance of his perfume hit her, the hairdo and the way he dressed all took her by utter surprise. "Yeah I know it isn't Halloween yet but trick or treat? Fine I'll trick you till you let me treat you. So I'm dressed up in this consume, I'm playing the part of ghost boyfriend."

Dear God. Tommy made a sweeping gesture toward the forbidding Shaw mansion. “Ghosts are at it up there. Lights burning at night, movement in the windows. We . . . have . . . ghosts, I believe.” Richard laughed nervously. “Yeah, that would be the pastor. George Deadmond told me: Simon Julian lives there, pastor from the church. It’s him you’re probably seeing at night.” Truitt had his crooked grin on. “I knew that. I just wanted to”—change the subject—“see if you knew it. So, exactly who is this guy anyway? I’ve heard around town he performs miracles.”

We may be monsters, but we don’t have to fucking act like it. Simon continues to try to wriggle out of my grasp, but he should know all his attempts are futile. He’s just lucky I’m only using a fraction of my strength, and an extremely small fraction at that. I drag him over to the cooler, open the door and grab two of the blood bags. I lift him up forcing him down on the bench top and with a simple flex of my hand, use an invisible force to make his body remain in position. Simon’s fearful eyes look up at me, “What the fuck did you do to me?!” he shouts, realising he’s no longer able to move his limbs.

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.

After he took all the black pills Jim gave him, he couldn’t speak or hear. No matter how hard he stared at Jim, all he could make out was the latter’s lips opening and closing. He ran through the movements in his mind, and finally pinned down on a keyword that kept appearing: Diana. Simon’s face changed. With trembling hands, he grabbed a pen and paper, and scribbled, “Don’t touch her.” Don’t touch Diana. Otherwise, he would haunt Jim’s dreams after he died! Jim wasn’t afraid of ghosts, which he firmly believe to not exist. They were merely figments of people’s imagination that served to ignite fear.

He had a lot of women present literally drooling over him as he stood there, smiling widely and exchanging pleasantries with anyone who cared to entertain him. Simon had not changed one bit; still as charismatic as he always was. He outstretched his arm to me, and I took the hand after only barely a second of trying to resist, and instead of walking inside right away, he bent to whisper against my ear, "I was right about you and Grace being the same person, wasn't I? You are not really dead, are you?" I almost froze, not expecting the question at all. But I caught myself before I would give anything away.

Together, we cleaved through the wall of shadows, each strike punctuated with Simon’s curses. He encountered us amidst a surge of dark energy, with his eyes radiating a crimson glow. "You can not stop destiny!" he exclaimed, engaging in a clash against Andres' blade with a resounding impact. “Destiny?” I snarled, flinging a burst of moonfire that scorched his chest. “You don’t control destiny. You manipulate people, destroy the good and tonight that ends here.” His hand shot out, seizing my throat, lifting me off my feet. I gasped, silver fire flickering under his crushing grip. “You’re nothing, Valentina,” Simon spat, his breath rancid. “A scarred, useless—”

Does this old hag have a hand in my parent death? Simon nodded obediently, his eyes betraying a hint of remorse but it might be an act Simon is an evil beast that will never be remorseful . "I understand. This time, I won't fail." Spoke his voice a-bit above whisper The Omega's gaze lingered on him, her expression grave. "Good. Once this is done, you must disappear. I don't want you coming back to see me or trying to contact me. I'll reach out to you when the time is right.