Smile Ghost Novels & Stories

Turned his head just enough to look at me from the side. And he smiled. “I finally found the one thing the great Ghost Knife fears,” he whispered, like it was a secret gift. “Tell me who sent you.” I stayed silent. Jaw locked. Arms trembling. “One last chance,” he growled. Still nothing. The next second, my face plunged into the freezing water. The shock hit me like a bullet. I kicked, twisted, tried to scream, but bubbles were the only answer. My lungs begged. My mind screamed. Then he yanked me up. My coughs came out in wet sobs.

I paint it, psychically, onto the surface of the Warden’s own creation. The grey, static fact they’ve just solidified… it softens for a microsecond. And on its blank, ordered surface, the Smile appears. A brief, haunting impression. Then it’s gone. The Warden freezes. They don’t look at me. They stare at the spot where the Smile was. Their hands, usually so precise, clench into fists. They move to another site, another flicker of the draft. They purge it. I project the Smile again. A ghost on the corpse of their order.

I pointed out. She huffs and crosses her arms which made me laugh, while hovering a few inches higher like a grumpy balloon. "But I spent an hour focusing all my energy on this. Ghost makeup is not easy you know." She whined. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit more. "Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I swear if I could see it, I’d say you look drop-dead gorgeous and even though I can't see it, I still maintain that you are the most radiant and most sexy ghost I have ever seen... I mean, you are the only ghost I have seen but you get the picture." I said truthfully and she finally smiled.

Greg notices me looking at them, and he smiles, “What?” I shake my head, “Nothing.” He looks suspicious, “You’re doing that thing.” “What thing?” “The emotional smile.” I gasp, “I do not have an emotional smile.” He nods seriously, “You do.” I narrow my eyes, “You’re lucky you’re hot and attractive.” He looks delighted, “I know.”

“Why are you smiling? He went rigid. His lips had curled into a smile without him realizing it—sharp teeth flashing in the dark. He hadn’t felt it happen and hadn’t intended it, but there it was—that grin. The ghost hissed in triumph. “Yes! That’s it! The fox’s grin in the dark. It makes you his, Camela. Not because you love him or because he rescued you, but because you fear what that grin signifies when the lights go out.” Camela shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “No…no, I’m not afraid of him…” She said but her voice quivered. Vincent forced his mouth shut and clenched his jaw tightly, baring his teeth in anger instead. “You twist everything! She belongs to herself…no one else!

I scream, finally able to breathe. "What? Thought it was a ghost?" he asked with that sexy sweet smile of his. "Nope, ghosts are way nicer than that, they don't just grab you without reason" I retort, leaning into my seat. "Okay", he replied nonchalantly before turning to face me. His smile grew wider as he slowly climbed out of the water making me jump out of my skin.

I raised up my brows ushering her to give me an answer. When she said nothing, a smile crept up my lips. “I will take your silence as approval. Friends then” I pulled my hand for a handshake. She slowly pulled hers out. We held each other's gaze. “Since we’re okay now, at least smile” I got a glare from her in return. “A sick person doesn't smile” “From which source. From what I know, it helps in recovering. The expression on your face is scary. Like-” “Like a ghost right?”

Benny gave me a hard time from the moment we met. Ghost nodded, his fingers sliding over his phone. After a few moments, he turned his screen to me, and my forehead creased. It was an old picture of a girl grinning at the camera, missing two front teeth. Those green eyes, round-shaped face, and dark hair belonged to Benny. I squinted my eyes, louring at Ghost’s phone. She was swimming with a few other kids in the shallow parts of a fucking ocean. My eyes locked with Ghost. “I think there’s something wrong with my head. I should see a therapist, yes?” he asked, already on his feet.