Tophat Ghost Novels & Stories

Still he continued. “Hello there.” said a voice behind him and he stopped. It was a man’s voice. Quickly he looked behind him and that was when he saw him. He was standing right behind him, all suited up even though he couldn’t see his face. As if reading his mind, the man picked up the torch and flashed it to his own face so Adam could see him. He was a tall white man in a brown suit and he looked nothing like a ghost. “So, now that you can see that I am not a ghost, I need you to answer one question. What year is it and where am I?”

Jasmine POV: Draco turned his head to drunken Tony’s direction but saw nothing, he cannot see ghost like me… he don’t have astral vision… but I was seeing her….. clearly, her dull and completely white eyes were fixed on me… Yes! it was a women Ghost who was slouching on drunken Tony’s shoulder…. she was wearing a red colored ragged dress with some silver bangles, her hairs were dry and messed up behind her back , her face was pale with several wound mark while her lips were tightly stitched with red colored thread… there was a large goiter on her front side of her neck which was cut open sharply also yellow pus and dark colored blood was oozing out of it…. I was even able to see her broken

People might think he was really a ghost without a closer look, but in fact, it was Torbert Octavius. “Ghost!!!” Brother Gus and his group were shivering. They turned to rush out of the door. However, they had just reached the corridor when they saw a shadow walking toward them at the dim end of the hallway. The being was stepping on the debris, crushing the glass medicine bottle at his feet. At that moment, Brother Gus’ group collapsed mentally. Not just them, even Snow was crying from horror. Torbert pulled the men beside Snow away and began tossing all of them out. After that, he squatted down beside Snow and grinned cheekily. His smile revealed Torbert’s rows of black teeth, and Snow imm

Of her heart continued walking through its alarming frantic beating, she might discover herself suddenly dead from a heart attack. " My name is Zach and my memories are foggy, that is the only thing I can remember about myself. " the ghost replied " What are you doing here. " Maisie asked " I don't know. One minute I was seating in a food court the next I was here. " the ghost shrugged as he settled down back on the couch which he got up from when the owner of the house he was staying in shouted that he should show himself. She straightens as she continues her questioning. " what are you. "

At this moment, the otherworldly immortal picture of the cyan boat, the straw hat, and the straw rain cape was instantly ruined. "Bitch, it was you who killed Dark Envoy Ghost?" The man's voice came out of the ghostly demonic fog head without any emotion, like rotten bones rubbing against each other. After a pause, he said, "No, no, how could you kill him with your strength? You know who the murderer is, don't you?"

He drove with purpose, and I, like a phantom shadow, drifted along in his wake. I followed him as he made his rounds in a department store, buying things he had never once considered buying for me. It wasn't hard to see the distinction between love and indifference. My ghostly form seemed to grow heavier with every step, weighted down by the bitterness of seeing the man I had loved so deeply pamper another woman so thoroughly.

Was this a ghoststring coin? He waved his hand again, and the soul carriage stopped dead in its tracks right there in Ghost City. All the spirits running food stands turned to stare at the soul carriage. A hanged spirit, whose tongue was sticking out, asked the drowned spirit next to him, "How'd this man bite it? I can't believe someone actually had the guts to drive down here." The drowned spirit let out a couple of chuckles, bubbles floating out with each laugh. "That's a soul carriage. Just wait and watch. The Phantom Patrols are about to wreck his day. I wonder who's inside that thing."

Inside, Ghost sat at the head of a long oak table, a plate of steak before her. She was striking—dark hair pulled back tightly, eyes sharp and commanding. She speared a piece of meat with her fork and paused mid-bite as the doctor entered, her gaze locking onto him. "How may I help you, sir?" she asked, her voice calm yet edged with authority. Doctor Francis took a tentative step forward, lowering his voice. "Sorry to bother you, but I’m the doctor in charge of Damon’s late wife, Anna." Ghost’s expression remained neutral, though her fork hovered above her plate. "Okay?"

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.

he says as he walks past me with Rover over his shoulder with his ass exposed to the world to see. “I have a better idea,” I say, removing my own helmet and following Ghost inside. Thorn and Crybaby are in the van waiting for orders while Thorn erases our passage through cameras. “Where do you want this piece of shit?” Ghost asks and I point at the chair in the middle of the room. The only thing above it is a single lightbulb. I know it is very cliche, but I wanted him to be afraid as soon as his eyes opened again.