The Spirit Catches You Novels & Stories

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

But anyway, God knows the best of all, and all Stella have to do now is to start encouraging herself and forget about Fisher, Fisher is dead already. Time to look out to the future of the baby, who knows what the baby will become in future. Well, nobody knows, only the creator of heaven and earth does. Moreover, as she was shivering in pains at the corner, she begins to hear peoples voice screaming very loud. And the voice looks like it is coming from the next door. She gasped and wondered who's voice what those voice may be, was it ordinary people or the red corps arrested some people and took them in, in other to punish them.

I remember I once dreamed the same thing about this. Closing my eyes and letting my tears fall because of the pain I felt for my mate’s grief back then as well as the fear of the witches being hunted by him. ‘There are only traps and curses in Trasmoz’ My eyes suddenly opened as I heard that voice… Wide-eyed in shock, standing in front of me was Mellisa, but she had curly hair unlike Melissa… ‘Morena’ I whispered and the transparent woman standing in front of me smiled and nodded.

said Pritchard, his brow creasing. Katie froze and listened. Sounds came and then went, floating eerily through the mist. It was music from a passing car’s stereo somewhere below. She leaned forward, hearing the words now . . . a high-register, ambiguous voice carrying up to them on the chilled night air, singing about some selling their dreams for small desires. About losing the race to rats—getting caught in ticking traps. Katie’s face broke into a smile. Once upon a time there were rock gods, she could remember her father telling her, before you were born, Katie-Smatie.

But it felt like I was trapped in my own mind. "Now, run off before I catch you!" the spirit laughed loudly which my sense kick in and I started to run away from the dark figure. Its footsteps were loud but slow but I did not slower my pace despite getting worn out from running so much. I forced myself to keep going until I found myself at the edge of a cliff. Either I jump off the cliff and die or be caught by the spirit. I turned around and saw that the spirit was catching up to me. I looked back at the cliff and then at the spirit. "I can do this!" I told myself before turning my back to the spirit and jumping off the cliff.

in response. "You wanna dance?"He asked out of the blue. "I thought you said you weren't in the mood"I smirked which made him smile. "I said with them,you aren't them,so come on,let's dance"He grabbed my hands leading me to the dancefloor. We got to the dancefloor,I was shy to dance as I looked at my classmates who were busy dancing like mad people,I can't blame them,Naija hits has the power to make you move your body to the beats. Slowly,I started moving my body then boom! The spirit entered and I joined in the craziness,Jace laughed at the way I danced,I cared less,he joined in the craziness and we laughed at each other's dance moves.

She screamed hitting the bed. Leaving every behind her mind, she opened her laptop and connected it to the company network and began to check the emails that Tate had sent her. It was more than one and all of them were titled The 11th Bidding. Knowing that the work was not going to end soon, she headed to the mini snack bar she has in the office and plated out some cookies that she had gotten from Grey and some Canada Dry. She knew if Tate was to see her drinking a can of Canada Dry, then he will explode because he had asked her to stop taking it during the office time but guess what, it is a Saturday and not an office day so he can't stop her from drinking what she wants to have.

Just like that, fabric unfurled like waves, lifting coffins out of the ground as if like a magic trick. One by one, infant spirits broke free from their wooden prisons. I pointed at them, then back at Jim. "See them? Some never got to talk, some never even saw the world. They're just like you, trapped between life and death. In seven days, this place will be as spooky as it gets. Are you in? Will you fight with me, even if it's to the death?"

“She likes me, she likes you…I like her, you like her…I like you…you absolutely love me…” “Fuck up…what’s your point muttering all that gibberish…you want a threesome?” Reese’s eyes sparkled in the light and he smirked, winked and walked off. “Watch this space, Curry.”

Whittail giving a sly smile. I swallowed, “Then why don’t people stop this, shut down the school if the ghost are dangerous?” “I do, I stop the people from talking to them. I didn’t realize until it was too late that Miss Zurbrinsky was involved with them,” explained Whittail. “They ask for help and when someone offers it, they draw them in, and cause them to go insane. It’s a shame, Miss Zurbrinsky is the first I lost to them.” He moved closer to me. “Catherine, quit before it’s too late. You are a pretty girl.” He reached for me again. I side-stepped his outstretched hand and walked towards the exit.