Took: A Ghost Story Novels & Stories

The dinner plate was overturned and crashed onto the floor with a piercing noise. Patrick’s hands trembled uncontrollably, his phone nearly slipping from his grasp. He roared in fury, "What the hell are you talking about? What rental apartment? Are you messing with me? Do you have a death wish?"

Ghost simply got the job done. My jaw tightened. “The timing…” Nico nodded his head before I even finished the sentence. “That’s exactly what caught my attention.” Ghost had disappeared for nearly two weeks. During that same time, my security firm detected an attempted breach that nearly got through. Then Ghost vanished. Now Ghost was back. Ash growled. “That isn’t a coincidence.” No… It wasn’t. Nico leaned closer to the keyboard, his fingers moving quickly across the keys. “I might be wrong,” he said, “but if I had to bet…” He pointed toward the monitor. “I’d say Ghost took the contract job.”

My magic hovered at my fingertips, ready to stop time at a moments— “Boo.” A scream ripped itself from me, cracking off the treetops. Damon and Ghost stepped from the shadows like two creeping grim reapers. Damon’s brows vanished into his hair, which hung over his forehead in sweat-damp waves, while Ghost grinned like a cat that got the cream. “Sorry,” he held his hands up. “I couldn’t resist.” “Fuck you.” I panted, then spun around only to find myself half a centimeter away from a distorted shadowy face. “AGH!”

She snapped, irritated. "Hedley Hart, are you mute now?" "County Clerk's Office." Silence. Then that tiny gasp—like she just remembered her own promise. The deal: after ninety-nine rejections, she'd show up for the hundredth. Say yes. Instead, she'd gone to a concert with Pierre. "I... wait for me. I'll drive over." Click. End call. I canceled the ride. Not out of hope though. Snow started falling—hard and fast.

“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.

a decaying hand grabbed my wrist but her hand passed through me. I ignored her and continued taking bug bites. I felt the other ghost’s aura increased. “Wait for your turn,” a ghost said and the others agreed, chanting. “Go at the end of the line,” another ghost spoke. The decaying flesh didn’t have s choice but to go at the back, at the end of the line, that seemed endless. After I finished eating my lunch and drinking my can of soda, I readied myself and nodded. The soul who is currently in front of the line lengthened his hand at me. I held his hand and told the cues about how he died and what was his mission.

============================== After a few hours. Clark and Van are currently talking to their neighborhood friends who are also at the birthday party when they suddenly heard a commotion outside Clark's house. Clark, Van and all of the guests went outside to check what was going on. And much to their surprise, they saw the same creepy man at the Waldorf Reunion party. He was grabbing Bianca's arm, as he is dragging him towards his car. "Hey, what are you doing? Let her go!" Van shouted. He almost forgot how to breath because he is dead worried about Bianca. The creepy man might try to hurt her, and he won't be able to bear it.

sera felt a chill and a cold shiver all over her body that made her shiver violently. sera said with fear and horror: What are you trying to do, the curse? You didn't pass through me. Whoever asked you to do this, don't come near me, you damned woman, never come near me. You really are a ghost, my God, they used to say that ghosts make you feel cold when they pass by you or through you and I never believed it but it was really true this time you really are a ghost but what do you want from me I don't understand I don't want you to come near me ever stay away from me .

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

she whispered. Vincent’s claws shook with tension. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he bared his fangs at the ghost. “You’ll never take her,” he said sternly. The ghost tilted its head slightly. “She already belongs to me, and soon…you will too.” Camela screamed, her voice breaking. “Vincent!” Without hesitation, Vincent lunged forward, driving his claws deep into the shadowy figure’s chest. The ghost let out a shriek as its form began to dissolve into smoke.