Synopsis Of Camino Ghosts: A Novel Novels & Stories

The room flickered for a moment; suddenly it wasn’t her bed anymore—it transformed into that black chamber again with chains on the walls, locks on the doors, and gloved hands reaching out. The man’s voice overlapped with another, echoing in the air—the ghost's whisper. “You see? She chooses me.” Camela’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she forced herself to keep lying. “Yes. I choose you,” she responded. The ghost's laughter rang out from every direction. The man straightened up, with a look of satisfaction. “Then you’ll never leave this bed.” Camela went stiff with shock. “What?” "You don’t need doors anymore. You don't need to run, lock anything, or utter prayers. You’ve come back home."

She wept. I smiled at her and waved my hand in her face as if caressing it. "I love you dear ghost" I whispered and everything blacked out. * I unfolded my eyes several minutes later to see myself in a cage in the center of a desert. Everywhere was so dark and the sounds of the growling of animals were so loud in the air. "Where am I? Who brought me here? What am I doing here?" I babbled all at once but yet got no response, only the echoes of my voice and that of animals were all I could hear.

He performed a victory dance. This book is in high demand. I jumped out to catch him off guard as he began walking toward the door with the book in hand. I slammed into him. We landed on the bed, and I pistol-whipped the shit out of him. And just as I thought I was winning, he overpowered me. He flipped onto my back and began crushing my windpipe with his powerful hands. My hands were free, and I managed to fire a couple of bullets into his abdomen, but he was too intent on choking me to even flinch. I was becoming weaker by the second, and I was beginning to feel lightheaded due to a lack of oxygen. Looking into this hooded man's brown eyes revealed nothing but darkness. There was no emotio

Then I grabbed her shoulders and I held on because the thing inside her tried to take the place of the sister I loved. Theo’s fire pounded the far wall and the heat seared the backs of our necks but it could not reach every mass. They moved too fast. They multiplied faster than the flames and the higher the heat the quicker they seemed to split into smaller versions that could hide in vents and tubing and the folds of sheets. They learned the room and the room learned them. The noise around me was confusion and grief and the solid pounding of my own pulse. Then everything stopped. The motion halted not with a shudder but with a silence that was absolute.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

Kammie. The droplets had soaked into the white rug beneath the window. "Kammie... will you fucking speak up now?" Bettany's voice crackled through the phone, laced with worry and impatience. But I couldn't focus on what she was saying. My eyes followed the trail of blood upward. Higher. Higher. Until they landed on a lifeless hand hanging over the edge of the open window. Blood dripped lazily from its fingertips. "Oh, my God!" I stumbled backward, a scream tearing from my throat as my legs nearly gave out beneath me. My grip on the phone loosened, leaving it dangling from my fingertips.

His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories. "It's getting dark , take this book and go read it " he said and gave me the strange old looking book. "Thank you sir, i have much appreciated your help" i said. Now i knew what it was all about, all those confusions were caused by him, my ghost clone. It was night already and the time was 7: 15 pm . I had to rush home , it was not safe for me to be lonely at this time. When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling

Hello to my readers. First of all I want to say thank you to y'all that would be reading my book and I want to assure you that, you won't get bored while reading the story! Secondly, its a book about Eight College Students that went on a vacation and ended up having illnesses. This book contains mental illnesses that are psychological and beings such as ghosts. Thirdly, be rest assured, its my original work, anything in it that relates to human beings or to real life is nothing but a coincidence and please no plagiarizing.

But my mother just shook her head, refusing to break her silence. Adeline's face went dark. She muttered something to one of her men. Seconds later, a speeding car came roaring out of nowhere and slammed straight into my mother. My mother's frail body flew through the air like a broken kite before crashing to the ground. Blood pooled beneath her as she lay there, eyes slowly closing. I watched it all unfold, frozen, my heart shattering into pieces. Regret and anguish tore through my chest, crashing against each other like waves. I curled up, trembling, tears spilling from my eyes.

Abel also noticed Camden's uniqueness, but Ghost Escort has its own rules: "Whatever he wants to do, we'll take him there. Even if it's a ghost, once they leave their territory before being sealed, they will attract resentment, which is not good for you living spirits." Camden at that moment, his eyes looked a bit lost. What spirit, what soul? Does that mean he's already dead? He died? Camden looked at his hand, all good, not blown off. No, he shouldn't be like this. Camden put his hand on his head, and his eyes started to turn red. Seeing this, Ivan wanted to take action. The iron chain in my hand was like it had seen a ghost, couldn't even shake it off!