Tophat Ghost Novels & Stories

Still nothing happened. When the dust settled, an ugly sneer twisted through their throats. Suddenly, their heightened senses of sight and hearing were restored and almost instantly the sound vanished. A young girl about twelve years of age, wearing a foul robe of dark brown, stood at the top of the broken staircase. With a swift turn of her head, she gazed down at them, her face set in a cold, cruel smile. Her eyes looked like empty pits in the darkness, and her long, thin mouth opened in a hideous, cackling laugh. A twisted grin covered the right side of her face, and gleaming white fangs dripping with red blood stared back at them. An evil leer smeared across her face. In a voice like sto

Ghost looked up from the floor to see that Calisté was standing right in front of him. "Come on, Calisté," Ghost muttered. "You've been away for an eternity. Help me up at once. Your king commands you." Calisté looked at him on the floor and shook her head. "For someone in his dying moments, you do have a lot of courage. You are no king, Ghost." She bent down and removed the crown from his head and crushed it with her bare hands. She allowed the golden powder drop from her hand down to Ghost on the floor.

She heard him barking out, "Who my pet ghost is doesn't matter. Anyways, why should you care about something so trivial when you're about to die, huh? Ms. Tudor?" A shadow flickered in front of Bathory, catching her by surprise and off guard. Her eyes enhanced to the second-highest level by the system couldn't react to the man's actions. Before she knew it, he was already by his side, swiftly reaching out to her neck! "What?" Automatically she stepped back and teleported away.

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

Celeste said and Xayne stopped punching the bag. "Do I have your attention now?". "Are you serious, Celeste?". "I am, he had a cap covering his face and a hood over it, Geez his lips were captivating, I can't believe a ghost picked interest in me". Celeste said. "Did you say hood? Black hood, he's pretty tall". "Um how did you know?". "Damn! I'm not crazy after all, it's real, he's real ". Xayne whispered. .

I asked the ghost after her emotional moment with Mimi, and she pointed something at the 4r-size picture in my hold. “Look at this faint human figure here, like a shadow near you. It’s me, Syd. Look at that closely. It's red! And I am wearing red. See? It’s me! The camera caught me as a ghost!” She said excitedly, and I did see what she meant. “Woah!” I let out in amazement, looking at it, as it’s truly amazing. It’s her, indeed.

But it isn’t any of them that makes my breath catch in my throat. Seated directly opposite the empty chair meant for me is a figure cloaked entirely in tattered, midnight-black fabric. A hood covers his hair and obstructs his face, but I can see the chain that hangs around his neck. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t reach for the food or the wine in front of him. He just sits there like an ancient monument of death with a large wooden white stake pierced through his chest. The Ripper Ghost.

His chest barely rose with each breath, but his eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction. “You still do not understand,” he rasped. I turned toward him slowly. “Do not speak,” Ethan snarled. Jon Tulip coughed, spitting blood onto the floor. “This facility,” he said, voice ragged but clear enough to cut, “was never the headquarters.” The words hit harder than any blow. “What,” I said quietly. “It is a decoy,” he continued, a twisted grin pulling at his mouth. “A distraction. Something loud enough to draw heroes like you into one place.”

He was not worthy of being called a man. If he could possess someone’s body, the first thing he would do would be to beat that bastard Lucien senseless. Watching the small girl continue to cry softly, the ghost raised his hand and placed it gently on her back in comfort. Then he mocked himself for being childish. He was only a ghost. How could she possibly feel his consolation? Yet Elowen truly felt a cool sensation against her back. She immediately straightened up and looked around. Seeing no one, she quietly thought that she must be having hallucinations again.

After a while, Leslie stretched and yawned, feeling the weight of sleep. ​"Hey, I'm tired. Let’s go back, it’s really late," Leslie suggested. ​"You go ahead," Scarlett replied firmly. "I’ll head back later. I just want to stay a bit longer." ​Leslie looked at her with a mix of worry and resignation, but finally nodded and began walking back to camp. Scarlett was left alone by the lake, unaware that she was being watched from the other side of the water. ​Across the lake, Zafira and her sister Zahia—two gorgons, women with serpent tails instead of legs—hid in the shadows. Zafira, her serpentine body coiling around itself, watched Scarlett with a mix of surprise and overflowing rage.