Romans & histoires The Ghosts Of The Past

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

As I touched the soul, My eyes gleamed and saw a weird black spirit. “It’s the black spirit that I saw recently. “ I mumbled. It touched the innocent spirits that were slowly forgetting their memories. The repenting spirits need to forget everything before they ascend to heavens but looking back to what happened. This evil thing triggered their memories just in one touch and it turned them into ghouls. The painful past that they were trying to forget, they were remembering it all again. “You evil sneaky thing!” I’m slowly panicking and the wrath living inside me is getting stronger.

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

Everything was a mess! The man immediately turned his face at the little boy. His face darkened. "Tell me, Little Veen, how did I frighten her? I was merely showing her the memories of my real appearance but, I do not understand why she was so frightened and kept denying my existence even in her sleep." He said in dissatisfaction that reflected on his handsome face. The little boy called Veen coughed softly in a polite manner. "Your appearance now is similar to those of what humans called a ghost. You have not fully recovered your body yet, so you cannot do anything. Just let her be for now."

“It's ok. I'm a strong girl. I'm really sad because you left me again. But, I'm glad we can still meet, even though things are like this. I loved you and I will always love you, until we meet again someday. " Khanza could not focus on Kenzo's explanation in front of the class. At the moment, English lessons are in progress, but Khanza is not paying attention. In fact, English is the girl's favorite subject. However, the evil spirit's explanation, as well as the story Kenzo had told, were all the same. Everything fits. So, that means, me and Kenzo were husband and wife in the past? Me and Kenzo are the reincarnations of Khanza and Kenzo in the past, two hundred y

___________________________________________________________________________ Ghost from the past Well, most of the time it's used to explain that something or someone from your past reappeared into your life, bringing less than joyful memories. E.g.: I was at the train station and I suddenly saw my boss from when I was 19 years old. It made me remember what a terrible job I had then. What a ghost from the past! Or, I'd rather keep the ghosts from my past locked away. https://forum.wordreference.com/threads/a-ghost-from-the-past.34447/

It would only bring pain to her if she was visited by a ghost of the past. A Ghost, he laughed. This must be what they felt every time they haunt their loved ones. The desire to scream and be heard by them was so strong. The longing must be the reason why Ghosts are like that and gradually evolve to Poltergeists. Instead of connecting with them, they ended up harming those around them. Lukas longed for his family. He longed for them so much. Every night, he was tempted to hijack a military truck parked in the garage of their installation and drive away, back to their old house.

he said and I turned to him and asked, "what do you mean?" " I mean that some people have traumas after losing someone or after going through something, these people feel the longing for someone to give them attention or love, so their mind makes them think they loved them but the truth is just that they thought they loved them because of the attention they got, " he said and I stared at him with amazement, it's like he told the story of my life, could he be right, maybe I didn't even love Alexander but my mind made me picture that I loved him.

The ground under her trembles, not with movement but with memories, and Emery falters. The sky is filled with zigzag cracks. Not lightning. No magic. Timelines. They're also bleeding. The universe turns with her as she does. Her childhood cobblestone street slides away to expose a battlefield that has been burnt. A royal balcony is visible through the window of her former residence. Everything she was meant to forget is crumbling into the familiar. Then—they arrive. ghosts. Not darkness. Versions, not illusions. of her. Empires bow at her feet, and one stands tall in royal black, crowning her own head with eyes as icy as obsidian.

It was a Psychological-Horror landscape—the sanctuary had become a gallery of Elara’s maternal trauma. "Elara, stay back," Kazimir warned, drawing his Glitch-Blade. The flickering edge hissed as it moved through the air, sensing the Corrupted-Code of the ghosts. "The garden is dying, Elara," the ghosts whispered in unison, a hundred different voices creating a Polychromatic Chorus that shook the ground. "The General is gone, but the shards remain. We are the 'Infection' you can never delete." One of the ghosts—the one in the lab coat—walked toward Elara. She didn't have feet; she drifted across the grass, the moss turning to gray ash beneath her. She stopped inches from Elara’s face.