Simon Ghost Novels & Stories

“I imagine it might seem that way to you and me, but they have different beliefs. Let’s just give the fella a chance. If this place is really haunted, he’s the one to help us. Besides, it would me mighty rude of us to have him come here and then turn him away.” Melody’s lower lip protruded forward as she contemplated his words. “You said it was haunted. Now you say if it is haunted. Which is it?” “I don’t rightly know for sure. I’m not an expert with ghosts.” Adam grabbed the coffee pot and a cup. “I say we give the guy a chance. Lord knows, I’m not worth a salt when it comes to spirits.” Melody looked at her father with raised brow. “Do you think it’s haunted too, father?”

Patrick's body stiffened instantly as if nailed to the floor. "You... What did you say? No, that’s impossible. Johnny has congenital heart disease, and Winnie happened to be a match. That’s why I asked her to donate her heart. But I clearly instructed the doctors to take good care of her! How could they have left her wounds untreated?" Before the officer could respond, Patrick's emotions suddenly shifted. A mocking smile appeared on his face as he shook his head and muttered to himself, "I see. You guys must not be real police officers. That crazy woman must have sent you to impersonate them, right? There's nothing she wouldn't do!

She held up the realistic dildo so he could see every detail. Ghost: Good. Sit on the edge of the bed. Legs wide apart. I want a clear view. She moved to the bed and spread her thighs. The position left her fully exposed, pussy already glistening under the light. Shame and arousal mixed uncomfortably in her belly. Ghost has tipped $12,000. Ghost: Rule one. You will not speak unless I ask a direct question. Rule two. You will not come until I give permission. Rule three. You will look directly at the camera the entire time. Break any rule and the session ends immediately with no further tips tonight. Understood?

He could not let Hazel see him. It was not a difficult thing for Simon. Simon squatted down and attacked in the direction chestnuts came from. He steadily grabbed Hazel's throat from the back and quickly tightened his grip. "Who are you?" Hazel was shocked but did not panic. "Why were you following me?" "Hum!" Simon sneered. He took out a voice changer and stuck it to his throat, saying, "You could detect that I was following you. You're not ordinary! Don't worry. I'm not interested in you. I just want to know if you know a girl with an S character on her wrist?"

Simon glared haughtily at Esther. “I’m in the geomancy market’s Empire Hall, Silas…” he began. “Someone named Esther John is trying to trick my money out of me. I need your help. You…” “Hello? Hello?” “What did you say, Uncle? The signal’s getting weak…” Beep, beep, beep! The call ended right after. Simon froze. He dialed the number a few more times, but the busy tone would always play. Without Silas’s help, he had no idea how to deal with the situation.

"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."

Lovie's point was noted and all was able to work accordingly even when the plan was about to fall out but we still used our intelligence to cover that up. ********( Simon residence) " What a nice time and day to enjoy myself" Simon stood outside the pack house with a smile in him and still his evil thoughts within me. He just looked honest and nice from his physical appearance but within him his a killer and destroyer of life. His hobby was killing and he hated peace in any single person life. He is a blood-sucking demon he uses female and male blood to bathe and enjoy then scream for their life. His phone buzzed right from his pocket then he dipped his hand into it with a smile and brought

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.

"Then tell me what you're hiding from me!" The edge on his words slices cleanly through my mind. I keep looking at my feet, and I feel my legs trembling, worried that I'll lose control, that my legs are about to send me tumbling down the stairs, and then ... Clamping my arm over my stomach, I shudder helplessly. Another man's face flashes through my mind—different words, a different time, but all too similar to this. Simon is a ghoul who still haunts me. Every time I think I'm free from him, I realize I'm not.