Novel & Cerita This Is Not A Ghost Story

he said, forcing cheer into his voice, “how’s everyone feeling? Spooked yet?” Marla gave him a brittle smile. “You should turn that off. It attracts them.” Lucas laughed, but Emily noticed how he hesitated before lowering the camera. She crouched by the fire pit, arranging wood and struggling with the lighter. Her hands shook more than she wanted to admit. “This isn’t just about stories, you know,” she said quietly. “People died here. Disappeared.” Vanessa scoffed. “And every small town has its local ghost story. There’s no documented evidence.”

“Wow, that's shocking and funny at the same time. Are you sure you are talking about a ghost here?“ Cassie chuckled after I had narrated my ordeal with the ghost to her. I threw my hands in the air, “Seriously, Cassie, I just told you about how my foodstuffs magically disappear from my refrigerator, and that's what you ask me? To answer your question, no, I'm not talking about a Genie,“ I said, sarcastically. “No offence, Ama. But I don't think this ghost means any harm to you. It's probably just a wandering ghost who misses the taste of human food.“ "Then it should go camping in a supermarket and not in my house! It ate my pizza, for crying out loud!"

Kate never would’ve expected such a twist in her parents’ love story. Personally, even at her young age, she’s already gravitating towards the view that most things in the world should be explainable by science. She hadn’t really believed in faeries till her ma told her about Mathias. In short, seeing is believing. Ghosts are a different matter though because she doesn’t want any ghost to appear in front of her just to prove it exists. She’d die if she ever saw one.

And it seemed like they succeeded in establishing contact with her. The black clouds soon shrouded the sky leaving almost no star for stargazing. It was midnight now. Not to mention spirits get active at night only. This is what most people believed. According to them, ghosts get active at night. However, the question was ~ Why? The reason is because of the change in the senses of the people. During the daytime, people remain preoccupied with their work, distractions, conversations, routines that they don't even notice subtle happenings.

"Because my mum is from the ghost clan while I'm from the clan of the ghost of terror. So even in my ghost form, I can do anything I want. Although I don't feel comfortable with being a ghost and there are certain limitations." She raises her brows at him. "Yes, I can't sleep. And can't bath. I can't also change out of these clothes." "Hmm, that's pathetic. I know we will soon get a solution. But how we gonna do it is what I don't know. I wish my Queen and King were back from their journey." Giovanni walks back to the sofa and crouches without saying anything. "We ain't done with our first conversation by the way. What do you mean by I'm not your kinda female?"

The sounds from below didn't stop until deep into the third night. When everything was finally over, Caspian returned upstairs. It was midsummer, but the air-conditioning in the room was set so low that it felt like the height of winter. Thanks to that, my body hadn't decomposed. Instead, it had only grown colder and more rigid. He sat down at the edge of the bed, unshaven, eyes sunken. His entire appearance was ghostly. He took my cold hand and pressed it gently against his cheek. "I killed them all, Seraphine."

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

she murmured, her gaze following its slow, ghostly trail. “For real?!” Melva exclaimed, brushing her arms quickly as if a sudden chill had run over her skin. “Yes. But don’t worry—it’s harmless, Melva,” Althea assured her calmly. Melva leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Can you… can you see ghosts too?” Althea chuckled softly. “No, it’s not a ghost. There are just remnants of dark energy here. They can cause sickness, so it’s no wonder people thought the place was cursed. But I’m planning to cleanse it later.”

I sighed and prepared to microwave a box of macaroni and cheese. But when I turned around, I spotted a note pressed under something on the table. It was in Nathaniel’s familiar handwriting, though this time, his note held a hint of cold anger. [Wasteful.] I was stunned for a moment before I burst out laughing. This ghost was not just a good cook, but he was also thrifty and responsible. I liked that. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote back. [My bad, Nat. It’s just a joke. Let’s just stick to homemade food from now on. I won’t bring up that extravagant nonsense again, okay?]

Everyone Zoe met, she would tell them, “I had someone read her fortune. Maisie’s future is cursed. She’s sickly. Stay away from her.” I clenched my teeth and propped myself up despite being weak and feverish. I went to see the fortune teller who had read my fortune in my previous life. After hearing the full story, he told me that there was definitely something I had not noticed yet, and I needed to go back and search carefully. I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing.