Took: A Ghost Story Novels & Stories

My older brother was always my parents' favorite child. Victor had been sickly since birth, and from the time we were little, I was expected to absorb every misfortune meant for him. When his kidneys failed, my parents took one of mine and gave it to him. By then, my own body was already failing, yet when I begged them to treat me a little better, they only glared at me and cursed. "If you hadn't taken everything from your brother in the womb, why would he have suffered all these years? You owe this family. Pay it back." With untreated kidney disease worsening inside me, I died after Victor deliberately locked me inside his basement. It was painful, and it was bitter. But this life.

She needs to call Betty; the girl has started suspecting that something was going on that her best friend was not telling her which was true. How can you tell your best friend that there is a ghost that lives in your apartment and you are friends with the ghost? Especially when this best friend knows that every male in your life who had shown kindness to you, you ended up falling for the person. No, Maisie agreed again with her former thoughts, there was no way she would tell Betty that she was sharing her apartment with a ghost and besides she isn't dumb enough to fall for a ghost. No matter how much he gets her, or how amazing his brain is, or how he manages to take care of her problems or

Clara's POV. Nine days had passed since I signed the contract and became Clara Cross on paper. Nine days. In just over a week, my life had turned completely upside down, and somewhere along the way, I realized refusing to break had become my only choice. The whole of America already knew the Ghost of Wall Street had a wife. Ironically, I found out the exact same way everyone else did. Through headlines and posts scattered across the internet. The Ghost of Wall Street Is Married. Who Is Clara Cross?

He tightened his grip on her hand and asked, "A ghost story?" Jessica bent her eyes, didn't respond, and continued speaking. Just as she was talking about a scary place, suddenly, "whoosh," a black shadow flew past her eyes, and she was startled.

Said a boy as he walked up to Autumn, "hey, can we hurry up with this cause I have somewhere to be. Oh I didn't sign up for this." "You have exactly ten minutes to trap your ghosts inside their belongings and bring them back, do you understand." Their teacher said, Autumn shook her head and yelled. "No, I don't even know what this is." "Don't worry you'll be okay, just copy someone. Ready, set, begin." Everyone was doing something with their Ouija board but Autumn, well she had no idea on how to even use the thing so she kept copying everyone especially Jay, he seemed to know what he was doing but along the line she got the step wrong and cut herself by accident, her eyes grew thin as her ha

Parang ang lahat ng ngiti at tawang ginagawa nito ay parang pilit dahil naaninag niyang may kakaibang lungkot sa mga mata nito. “Parang maganda rin ‘tong “Da One That Ghost Away”. May kaunting pagkakaparehas ang pelikula n’yo kasi may multo,” pahayag ni Sadako sa kanya. “Gusto mo bang manood niyan?” “Punung-puno ang schedule natin. Pagkatapos ng taping mo, paniguradong wala nang bukas na sinehan.” “I’m asking you if you want to watch it. Yes or no?”

They believe the opera house is haunted and are easily freaked out. I can always sense sulfur, and I’ve found some traces of ectoplasm. There is at least one spirit that constantly roams the opera house, and I assume it’s what the students have labeled the Phantom. I haven’t been able to spot the damn spirit, but others have. It’s almost as if the spirit is avoiding me, which I’m not sure is possible. In all my training with Dad, not once did we come across a spirit that could avoid us on purpose. Dad never even mentioned that being possible and he spent years meticulously training me.

Every ghost has a tell. Marcus's had always been patience — the particular, corrosive kind that let a man wait years inside someone else's shadow for exactly one unguarded window to open. Tonight, sixty miles from anyone paying attention, that window finally cracked wide. The true brilliance of a ghost was never in how he struck. It was in how he used his enemies' own hands to clear the board for him.

The way he had in the basement library, when he was trying to decide if he could trust me. "Ghost doesn't take money," he said. "He doesn't take favors. He takes pieces of people. Memories. Secrets. Things you can't get back." "Then we make sure we don't give him anything we can't afford to lose." --- The number on Miriam's card connected after two rings. A voice answered. Not male. Not female. Something in between. Processed through a modulator, scrambled beyond recognition. "You reached the line," the voice said. "State your business."

, Dawn said slowly “a vengeful spirit” Lena sighed “thought it might be”, she admitted. Dawn frowned at her “wait, you knew?” she asked, astounded “how?” The blackette was aware at how open minded Lena was but she didn’t think that she would go as far as to place the blame on it for Bryce and Shawna’s deaths. “My godmother told me all about different supernatural things, including ghosts”, the brunette explained “she’s an occult professor. Anyway, when I saw the hook in the wall…it made me think of the Hook Man legend. So I guessed it was a ghost”.