The Man With The Ghost Novels & Stories

Before he could react, his phone rang urgently. "Hello?" A cold voice answered, "Mr. Hart, we received a report. We found a woman's corpse at one of your rental properties."

He saw the shake because his brain, which filed her under powerful stranger who feels familiar, suddenly filed her hand under Palesa's hand. When she wiped sweat from her forehead with the back of it on a building site. Unguarded. Real. And then he saw why it shook. The frosted doors had opened again without a knock. Because ghosts don't knock. Because thirty percent doesn't knock. A man in a cheap suit stood half in the doorway holding a blue blanket and a wooden car with one eye missing. The emergency bag man. The one she paid to bring the bag only if she texted _blue._ She hadn't texted blue.

If there were demons, ghosts, and some supernatural things in this world, there might be some things that could take someone's memories away. These people in black were definitely not normal. They might be more abnormal than Jia who could see ghosts since young. What if this blonde man takes away my memory of this night? Then I would be back to the time when I have been living with a hole in my heart and soul. I looked at the handsome man in front of me. "...When and where can I meet you?" The man lowered his eyes. His lashes were long and beautiful. I really wanted to touch them. "Not yet..." He answered cooly.

All of a sudden, a ghostly hand, which was pitch-black and covered with blood-stained chains, opened its five fingers and grabbed toward Caspian, as big as a lake. In the surrounding void, a bone-chilling wail and roar sounded at this moment, ghost faces appearing one after another, incomparably terrifying, enough to scare one to death. Behind the arm was a skinny old man with a pale face and bright red lips. He was holding a wooden staff and looking at Caspian with a sinister smile. "You are very strong and suitable for me..." Before the old man could finish his words, Caspian suddenly attacked. The blood-red spear pierced through the Ghost Hand's palm.

He screeched his car on the entrance, he didn’t hoot his horns, the maids were not around, opened his door and opened the gate for himself. “I went to get some fruits for Amanda, her health…” he stammered, the words that came out made no sense, they had just shopped for groceries a day earlier. Melina looked at him with doubts in her eyes, she raised her brows and frowned her cheeks, she did not buy his excuse.

She curled her fist tight and punched the ghost hard on the face, almost cracking its white mask. "What the fuck!" The ghost-man cursed after recovering from the punch, fixing his mask. Jonathan wrapped his arms around Alexandra's shoulders to calm her down. He gave the ghost-man a look of apology. "It's my wife's first time coming here. She got a bit scared." He said, smiling awkwardly. "Calm down, sweetheart. He is just acting." "I thought he was coming to grab me." She whisper-yelled. "He gets paid for scaring people." "What an odd job." She muttered. "It's freezing in here." She hugged herself. Even with the jacket on, the place felt bitingly cold.

It wasn’t like he was going to be stepping into any big role right away like me. His old man goes by “Ghost” and I hope he’ll be like him. Ghost is kind of Grouch’s right hand. While I’m the enforcer, the one with the most flies, Ghost is usually the one who gets the guys that come into the basement. You’ll never see him coming until he’s putting zip ties on your wrists and a bag over your head. He’s a huge dude but he’s light footed and sneaky. Professional stalker is the term I use.

Upon Benjamin's command, a large and burly man with soulless eyes walked out. The man wielded a black machete in his grip. Ghost was engraved onto the blade. He had a terrifying and intimidating aura. The infamous Ghost was the final trump card up Benjamin's sleeve. Ghost rose to his full height and narrowed his eyes at Nathan menacingly. "Mr. Sanchez, what is your command?" He rumbled in a husky voice. "Since this b*stard refuses to give up, why don't you send him to hell!" Benjamin ordered as his eyes narrowed. "Yes, Mr. Sanchez!" Ghost replied.

The clanking of the chains synched with the deep, piercing cry of the man swinging from it. The room was pitch dark, with no trace of light. The man was stark naked, had brutal gashes running from his face down to his body, and his face was swollen beyond recognition. He was a horrid sight, and his cries were growing weaker with each fleeting second. Ghost sat a few inches across him, fiddling with the gun in his hands. His expression was darker than usual, and something about the continuous whimpering of the man irked him.

Rojana still madded at Pure, but he couldn't ignore her question: “Maybe they will be here then…” Baaaang- Something fell on his head. He cursed loudly: “Who did that?” “I did.”- A hoarse voice resounded. Rojana, Pure, and Erono were very surprised when they look at the sky. There was an old gentleman in the clouds, he looked like a fairy. They were surprised for a second. Pure said to the old man: “Lowen, hurry up!” Lowen: “...” Lowen was a little bit confused, he said: “Haven’t that captains turned up?”