This Is Not A Ghost Story Novels & Stories

She teases. I scoff. “Ghost wolves? Really?” She shrugs. “I don’t see you coming up with any other options.” “It’s an old wives’ tale, Tatum,” I remind her, and she smirks. “I’m not saying they are actual ghosts, Mav. But what if they aren’t from here?” Tatum walks away, heading toward the bathroom. “There is nowhere else for anyone to be from.” I holler at her as she shuts the door.

The ghost said, but the answer was clear already. "Nancy, what a beautiful name." Melanie said. "Ah ha, I knew you were familiar, you're the enemies of Greenville Village." The ghost said, the girl rose her head, grabbing Autumn's shoulder and looked at her. "And you must be Autumn," sje started, an overflow of teats glowed out. Please you have to believe me, am not mad." She cried tugging on to Melanie's skirt. "Of course I believe you." Melanie said. "Alright but you two have no ghosts, am certain that every diviner has one at the least, so what happened to your ghost." The ghost asked, but the girls remained quiet.

"Like I didn't try a hundred ways to get a ticket out of this void?" "We wouldn't be in this place at all if you hadn't snatched my guys." I cross my arms. "Your guys? Oh, you mean your phantoms...you really need to get out more and find boys who have a pulse." "Vampires don't have a pulse." I chase after her. "You're dating a vamp too?" She gawks at me. I bite my lip. Jacques is a vampire ghost so that's not exactly the case. "Whatever." She continues forward. "Not like I pictured you with ghost lovers either."

“Now let’s try this again. Why are you watching her? Don’t lie to me.“ He starts shaking. “Please please, I can’t, I will be ostracized.” “Or you will be dead by my hands,” I said. “Adrian might have sent me to isolation thinking that will make me afraid, but he made a mistake because now, I’m not afraid of the dark or going back there. So you’re wasting my time, I have your friends to get to.” He pisses himself……literally What the actual fuck? It’s not that Ghost isn't terrifying but as Adrian's cousin, I'm expecting more balls than this. Any other person could tell I don't actually plan to kill him, not here, not now……after graduation…..sure.

Something’s weren't just adding up. Maybe it isn’t just me carrying ghosts in this house..

Ashley rephrased her question, "After all those long stories—you’re telling me it wasn’t a ghost that bothered you? Then what? Who?" her tone firm but tinged with disbelief and one eyebrow rose. Not that she was disappointed because her best friend wasn't being haunted by ghosts, which meant there weren't any dangerous things lurking or to worry about. Because obviously no one in their right mind would want to experience horror—whether it was real or not. But what Ashley truly felt was frustration. After being so immersed in Bella’s story and feeling the chills crawl up her spine, it turned out that the whole story was just nonsense.

The air around me felt different, colder, but I didn’t let it touch me. “Bad news?” Adrian asked softly, watching my face. I shook my head. “Just... a reminder that ghosts love attention.” He frowned, confused. “Do you need me to...” "No baby, it's nothing worth your attention, our attention!" I said with a calm smile.

crossing his arms, “I haven’t seen any other ghost here. And you? Have you seen anyone else haunting the place?” “No,” I admitted. “But what if the ghost is somewhere else? Maybe he hides them because he doesn’t want us to know.” If there was a ghost he cared about… they had to be important. Very important. And that made me… curious. Adrian groaned. “Echo... you are overthinking it. I don’t think there’s any ghost anywhere. The guy barely leaves the house alone... when is he supposed to meet this mystery ghost?” I sighed. “Okay, so what are you saying?”

It didn’t smell like it would taste good with Doritos. Most of what the people on the television were talking about was foreign to her, so she didn’t laugh much when the ghost people laughed. She didn’t think they were actually ghosts, but every time one of the people on the orange couch said something, there was laughter from somewhere other than the other people sitting around, so she didn’t know if this coffeehouse was haunted or if maybe the friends were being spied on, but she kept watching to find out.

Tasha was devastated about the reality of her being a ghost. She thought she was dead, she had dreams. Even if she acted like a slut whose only interests were parties and getting boys hard for fun. She wanted to be a doctor, just to save lives. But everything was never gonna happen for her, and she thought everything had ended for her.