The Paranormal Activity: The Ghost Dimension Novels & Stories

Chapter 36: Whispers in the Wellspring Desperation gnawed at Evie as she stood before the Wellspring. The once serene pool of water now churned with an unsettling darkness, tendrils of black mist rising from its depths. This wasn't just corruption; it was a malevolent intelligence, a reflection of the monstrous entity they had faced in the other dimension.

But they all felt so fucking real. Jesus! The thought of having sex with a ghost made me sick all over. My stomach knotted as a full-blown terror took root. A fever ran down my body and my skin gallop with goose pimples. "Do you see her?" his question brought me back to reality. I nodded slowly. "So those times I see you talking to yourself, it is her you are talking to?" I motioned. "Jesus!" he exclaimed. "You need deliverance with serious prayers oh!"

She napped herself out of her fantasy She took off her shoes and snuck quietly into the living room careful not to bang the door, But when she turned around and her eyes met with three other pairs, two of them shinning with anticipation while the other scowled with spurn, her plan of making a quiet entrance went up in smoke. “Hello everyone,” Amanda grimaced “It smells like a walk of shame in here,” Barack sniffed the air dramatically, while Angela and Mercy broke into peals of laughter. “Tit tat,” Barack clucked his tongue contemptuously “I knew you had a concealed schema, I revoke your sainthood,” he chimed in as he took the flip flops from her.

"They're trying to d******d. The gas is a liquid-state hard drive, Audrey. It’s searching for a biological host to stabilize its sequence." The suspense of the "Ghost-Protocol" was a struggle for the city’s identity. Throughout the residential sectors, the bronze-wood walls began to pulse with a rhythm that wasn't Audrey’s. Strange, crystalline flowers began to bloom in the plumbing, and the air smelled of the ancient, forgotten ozone of a dead star-system.

With everything else that was going on, I barely cared about school anymore. Training with Ghost was my favorite session. He was an excellent, patient, and kind teacher, making me think about my father’s suggestion about working with him in the future. Ghost taught me about the dimensional pockets all around the landscape. He showed me how to detect the natural anomalies and slip into them. “Feel the distortion with your aura. Project your essence and let it wrap around you.” Ghost instructed as we walked the high meadow. He exaggerated his steps into disappearing and reappearing close by.

Dima (with a sly smile): There she is, I see her now, fast asleep. Malik (commandingly): Come closer... Grab her by the neck. Suddenly, in a flash, Dima's shadow began to take shape, curling into a dark entity, stealthily slipping into Miranda's room like a silent spirit. The door opened slowly, its sharp sound shattering the villa's stillness. Dima's ghostly form slid inside, its chill spreading like poison through the air.

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

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?

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

This particular dimensional ring was pure black with an ancient presence to it, and the pocket dimension inside was so massive that one could put living beings within. Be that as it may, some of those beings might die before long. Still, it was the only heirloom Caleb had inherited from his mother, and there were still a few hundred thousand spirit stones inside that he had given Delilah. Even after a year, there were still plenty left. And thankfully, the pocket dimension was also protected with a ward that only opened once in a while. Having stayed in isolation within the Coffin of the Gods for a hundred years, Caleb's temperament had been honed endlessly.